He will often have to scratch his head, and bite his nails to the quick. [To succeed he will have to puzzle his brains and work hard.]
Who knows if the gods above will add tomorrow's span to this day's sum?
Deep in the cavern of the infant's breast; the father's nature lurks, and lives anew.
The cautious wolf fears the pit, the hawk regards with suspicion the snare laid for her, and the fish the hook in its concealment.
Mediocrity is not allowed to poets, either by the gods or men.
Choose a subject equal to your abilities; think carefully what your shoulders may refuse, and what they are capable of bearing.