Often a purple patch or two is tacked on to a serious work of high promise, to give an effect of colour.
The secret of all good writing is sound judgment.
You have played enough; you have eaten and drunk enough. Now it is time for you to depart.
It is not enough for poems to be fine; they must charm, and draw the mind of the listener at will.
Who then is sane? He who is not a fool.
Leuconoe, close the book of fate, For troubles are in store, . . . . Live today, tomorrow is not.