Glory drags all men along, low as well as high, bound captive at the wheels of her glittering car.

I shall not altogether die.

Not gods, nor men, nor even booksellers have put up with poets' being second-rate.

Words challenge eternity.

Mistakes are their own instructors

For everything divine and human, virtue, fame, and honor, now obey the alluring influence of riches.

The changing year's successive plan Proclaims mortality to man.