The changing year's successive plan Proclaims mortality to man.
Poets are never allowed to be mediocre by the gods, by men or by publishers.
Better wilt thou live...by neither always pressing out to sea nor too closely hugging the dangerous shore in cautious fear of storms.
One night awaits all, and death's path must be trodden once and for all.
A bad reader soon puts to flight both wise men and fools.
Those who want much, are always much in need; happy the man to whom God gives with a sparing hand what is sufficient for his wants.