You have played enough; you have eaten and drunk enough. Now it is time for you to depart.
The power of daring anything their fancy suggest, as always been conceded to the painter and the poet.
An envious man grows lean at another's fatness.
That best of blessings, a contented mind.
No one is born without vices, and he is the best man who is encumbered with the least.
Not gods, nor men, nor even booksellers have put up with poets' being second-rate.