The covetous person is full of fear; and he or she who lives in fear will ever be a slave.
Poets are never allowed to be mediocre by the gods, by men or by publishers.
Add a sprinkling of folly to your long deliberations.
He who speaks ill of an absent friend, or fails to take his part if attacked by another, that man is a scoundrel.
Let us both small and great push forward in this work, in this pursuit, if to our country, if to ourselves we would live dear.
The poet must put on the passion he wants to represent.