Poets are never allowed to be mediocre by the gods, by men or by publishers.
Those that are little, little things suit.
He tells old wives' tales much to the point.
He who studies to imitate the poet Pindar, O Julius, relies on artificial wings fastened on with wax, and is sure to give his name to a glassy sea.
He, who has blended the useful with the sweet, has gained every point .
And take back ill-polished stanzas to the anvil.