Patience makes lighter / What sorrow may not heal. ("sed levius fit patientia quidquid corrigere est nefas")
No, but you're wrong now, and always will be.
Poets are never allowed to be mediocre by the gods, by men or by publishers.
Riches with their wicked inducements increase; nevertheless, avarice is never satisfied.
Let him who has once perceived how much that, which has been discarded, excels that which he has longed for, return at once, and seek again that which he despised.
If you cannot conduct yourself with propriety, give place to those who can.