Tear thyself from delay.
He who sings the praises of his boyhood's days.
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!
Not gods, nor men, nor even booksellers have put up with poets' being second-rate.
In avoiding one evil we fall into another, if we use not discretion.
Don't just think, do.