As shines the moon amid the lesser fires.
It is grievous to be caught.
Not gods, nor men, nor even booksellers have put up with poets' being second-rate.
Pale death with an impartial foot knocks at the hovels of the poor and the palaces of king.
Unless the vessel be pure, everything which is poured into it will turn sour.
When evil times prevail, take care to preserve the serenity of your hear.