All men owe honor to the poets - honor and awe; for they are dearest to the Muse who puts upon their lips the ways of life.

out of sight,out of mind

Like the generations of leaves, the lives of mortal men. Now the wind scatters the old leaves across the earth, now the living timber bursts with the new buds and spring comes round again. And so with men: as one generation comes to life, another dies away.

Few sons are like their fathers - many are worse, few better.

It is equally wrong to speed a guest who does not want to go, and to keep one back who is eager. You ought to make welcome the present guest, and send forth the one who wishes to go.

Wine sets even a thoughtful man to singing, or sets him into softly laughing, sets him to dancing. Sometimes it tosses out a word that was better unspoken.

Miserable mortals who like leaves at one moment flame with life eating the produce of the land and at another moment weakly perish.