Give up all hope of peace so long as your mother-in-law is alive.
They whose sole bliss is eating can give but that one brutish reason why they live.
A hairy body, and arms stiff with bristles, give promise of a manly soul.
For the gods, instead of what is most pleasing, will give what is most proper. Man is dearer to them than he is to himself. [Lat., Nam pro jucundis aptissima quaeque dabunt di, Carior est illis homo quam sibi.]
The sweetest pleasures soonest cloy, And its best flavour temperance gives to joy.
Give them bread and circuses and they will never revolt