“The sailor talks about the winds, and the ploughman about the bulls; the soldier counts his wounds, and the shepherd his sheep. We engage in our own little battles on a narrow bed. People should grind away the day doing what they’re good at.”
navita de ventis, de tauris narrat arator;
enumerat miles vulnera, pastor oves;
nos angusto versamus proelia lecto:
qua pote quisque, in ea conterat arte diem.
These are some great lines. I think I am moving to the Propertius side…