237.
Some pleasure is there found even in words,
When with them comes forgetfulness of ills.
238.
Though I be old, yet with advance of age
Comes reason's growth, and skill to counsel well.
239.
There stretcheth by the sea
A fair Eubœan shore, and o'er it creeps
The vine of Bacchos, each day's growth complete.
In morning brightness all the land is green
With tendrils fair and spreading. Noontide comes,
And then the unripe cluster forms apace:
The day declines, and purple grow the grapes;
At eve the whole bright vintage is brought in,
And the mixed wine poured out.
255.
I own it true. Right well the proverb runs,
That smallest things make known a man's true bent.
284.
Wherefore conceal thou nothing. Time that sees
And heareth all things bringeth all to light.
288.
No good e'er comes of leisure purposeless;
And Heaven ne'er helps the men who will not act.
298.
'Tis only in God's garden men may reap
True joy and blessing.
302.
Chance never helps the men who do not work.
304.
He who neglects the Muses in his youth
Has wasted all the past, and lost true life
For all the future.
