No man is born without faults.
He wins every hand who mingles profit with pleasure.
Not to create confusion in what is clear, but to throw light on what is obscure.
I court not the votes of the fickle mob.
Not gods, nor men, nor even booksellers have put up with poets' being second-rate.
The body, enervated by the excesses of the preceding day, weighs down and prostates the mind also.