It is not enough for poems to be fine; they must charm, and draw the mind of the listener at will.
How great, my friends, is the virtue of living upon a little!
Change but the name, and you are the subject of the story.
It is grievous to be caught.
Who has courage to say no again and again to desires, to despise the objects of ambition, who is a whole in himself, smoothed and rounded.
Not even piety will stay wrinkles, nor the encroachments of age, nor the advance of death, which cannot be resisted.