Everything that is superfluous overflows from the full bosom.
Is virtue raised by culture, or self-sown?
Happy and thrice happy are those who enjoy an uninterrupted union, and whose love, unbroken by any sour complaints, shall not dissolve until the last day of their existence.
No verse can give pleasure for long, nor last, that is written by drinkers of water.
Not to be lost in idle admiration is the only sure means of making and preserving happiness.
Mediocrity is not allowed to poets, either by the gods or men.