And take back ill-polished stanzas to the anvil.
Naturam expellas furca, tamen usque revenit. You can drive nature out with a pitchfork, she will nevertheless come back.
Every old poem is sacred.
There are calumnies against which even innocence loses courage.
It is hard! But what can not be removed, becomes lighter through patience.
Having no business of his own to attend to, he busies himself with the affairs of others.