The common people are but ill judges of a man's merits; they are slaves to fame, and their eyes are dazzled with the pomp of titles and large retinue. No wonder, then, that they bestow their honors on those who least deserve them.

And take back ill-polished stanzas to the anvil.

Whatever you want to teach, be brief.

Whatever your advice, make it brief.

We set up harsh and unkind rules against ourselves. No one is born without faults. That man is best who has fewest.

The things, that are repeated again and again, are pleasant.

If you would have me weep, you must first of all feel grief yourself.