0 quid sofutis est beatius curis,
cum mens onus reponit, ac peregrino
labore fessi, venimus larem ad nostrum
desideratque acquiescimus lecto?
O what is more blessed than to put cares away when the mind lays by its burden, and tired with labour of far travel we come to our own homes and rest on the couch we longed for?
Or,
whatever your gall, you're cock-of-the-walk only on your own dungheap.