The whole race of scribblers flies from the town and yearns for country life.

To the inexperienced it is a pleasant thing to court the favour of the great; an experienced man fears it.

Gold delights to walk through the very midst of the guard, and to break its way through hard rocks, more powerful in its blow than lightning.

That I make poetry and give pleasure - if I give pleasure - are because of you.

Do not try to find out - we're forbidden to know - what end the gods have in store for me, or for you.

Those that are little, little things suit.

I have to submit to much in order to pacify the touchy tribe of poets.