The poets aim is either to profit or to please, or to blend in one the delightful and the useful. Whatever the lesson you would convey, be brief, that your hearers may catch quickly what is said and faithfully retain it. Every superfluous word is spilled from the too-full memory.
Those who cross the sea, change sky, but not soul.
Those who covet much suffer from the want.
The human race afraid of nothing, rushes on through every crime.
Poets are never allowed to be mediocre by the gods, by men or by publishers.
Riches either serve or govern the possessor.