Poets are never allowed to be mediocre by the gods, by men or by publishers.
Kings play the fool, and the people suffer for it.
Happy he who far from business, like the primitive are of mortals, cultivates with his own oxen the fields of his fathers, free from all anxieties of gain.
Nothing is so difficult but that man will accomplish it.
What does drunkenness accomplish? It discloses secrets, it ratifies hopes, and urges even the unarmed to battle.
I teach that all men are mad.