Who's started has half finished.

Sometimes even excellent Homer nods.

Nothing's beautiful from every point of view.

What wonders does not wine! It discloses secrets; ratifies and confirms our hopes; thrusts the coward forth to battle; eases the anxious mind of its burden; instructs in arts. Whom has not a cheerful glass made eloquent! Whom not quite free and easy from pinching poverty!

Leuconoe, close the book of fate, For troubles are in store, . . . . Live today, tomorrow is not.

Do not try to find out - we're forbidden to know - what end the gods have in store for me, or for you.

Poets are never allowed to be mediocre by the gods, by men or by publishers.