What's well begun is half done.

Time will bring to light whatever is hidden it will cover up and conceal what is now shining in splendor.

All singers have this fault: if asked to sing among friends they are never so inclined; if unasked, they never leave off.

The arrow will not always find the mark intended.

Be this thy brazen bulwark, to keep a clear conscience, and never turn pale with guilt.

I have reared a memorial more enduring than brass, and loftier than the regal structure of the pyramids, which neither the corroding shower nor the powerless north wind can destroy; no, not even unending years nor the flight of time itself. I shall not entirely die. The greater part of me shall escape oblivion.

Let your poem be kept nine years.