If you are only an underling, don't dress too fine.
Wherever the storm carries me, I go a willing guest.
Joyful let the soul be in the present, let it disdain to trouble about what is beyond and temper bitterness with a laugh. Nothing is blessed forever.
We hate merit while it is with us; when taken away from our gaze, we long for it jealously.
The grammarians are arguing.
It is not enough for poems to be fine; they must charm, and draw the mind of the listener at will.