Moral Letters to Lucilius Section 11

Finem constitue, quem transire ne velis quidem, si possis; discedant aliquando ista insidiosa bona et sperantibus meliora quam adsecutis. Si quid in illis esset solidi, aliquando et inplerent; nunc hauriendum sitim concitant. Mittantur speciosi apparatus. Et quod futuri temporis incerta sors volvit, quare potius a fortuna inpetrem, ut det, quam a me, ne petam? Quare autem petam? Oblitus fragilitatis humanae congeram? In quid laborem? Ecce hic dies ultimus est. Ut non sit; prope ab ultimo est Vale.

Fixe-toi une limite que tu ne puisses plus franchir, quand tu le voudrais : tu verras fuir quelque jour ces biens fallacieux, plus doux à espérer qu’à posséder. S’il y avait en eux de la substance, ils désaltéreraient quelquefois ; mais plus on y puise, plus la soif s’en irrite. Il change vite, l’appareil séduisant du banquet. Et ce que roule dans ses voiles l’incertain avenir, pourquoi obtiendrais-je du sort qu’il me le donne, plutôt que de moi, de ne pas le demander ? Et pourquoi le demanderais-je, oublieux de la fragilité humaine ? Pourquoi entasser de nouveaux sujets de labeurs ? Voici que ce jour est mon dernier jour ! Ne le fût-il pas, il est si proche du dernier !

Fix a limit which you will not even desire to pass, should you have the power. At last, then, away with all these treacherous goods! They look better to those who hope for them than to those who have attained them. If there were anything substantial in them, they would sooner or later satisfy you; as it is, they merely rouse the drinkers' thirst. Away with fripperies which only serve for show! As to what the future’s uncertain lot has in store, why should I demand of Fortune that she give, rather than demand of myself that I should not crave? And why should l crave? Shall I heap up my winnings, and forget that man’s lot is unsubstantial? For what end should I toil? Lo, to-day is the last; if not, it is near the last. Farewell.