Horace

Nunc vino pellite curas! (Now drive away your sorrows with wine!)

O imitatores, servum pecus (O imitators, servile offspring)

Parturient montes, nascetur ridiculus mus (The mountains are screaming, only a ridiculous little mouse is born)

Pulvis et umbra sumus (we are dust and shadows)

Quid sit futurum cras, fuge quaerere (Try not to research what the future holds)

Correct thinking is the source and condition of correct writing

Saepe stilum vertas (Turn the stylus often) (File the expression)(The broad upper part of the stylus wiped out what had been written on the wax tablet with the lower pointed part)

Virtue is the middle between the faults

Usus tyrannus (Habit is a tyrant)

If your member swells and a maid, a slave is right at hand for love's urge and fight, would you rather burst with desire? not me