What impropriety or limit can there be in our grief for a man so beloved?.
Now is the time for drinking; now the time to beat the earth with unfettered foot.
This was my prayer: an adequate portion of land with a garden and a spring of water and a small wood to complete the picture.
There are calumnies against which even innocence loses courage.
Nor has he spent his life badly who has passed it in privacy.
Not gods, nor men, nor even booksellers have put up with poets' being second-rate.