There is a fault common to all singers. When they're among friends and are asked to sing they don't want to, and when they're not asked to sing they never stop.

The mad is either insane or he is composing verses.

Adversity reveals the genius of a general; good fortune conceals it.

I was what you are, you will be what I am.

No poem was ever written by a drinker of water.

Gladly take the gifts of the present hour and abandon serious things!

A leech that will not quit the skin until sated with blood.