All singers have this fault: if asked to sing among friends they are never so inclined; if unasked, they never leave off.
The mad is either insane or he is composing verses.
What do sad complaints avail if the offense is not cut down by punishment.
If you know anything better than this candidly impart it; if not, use this with me.
As a true translator you will take care not to translate word for word.
Be this our wall of brass, to be conscious of having done no evil, and to grow pale at no accusation.