Capture your reader, let him not depart, from dull beginnings that refuse to start
A leech that will not quit the skin until sated with blood.
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.
Never despair while under the guidance and auspices of Teucer.
I court not the votes of the fickle mob.
Whatever you want to teach, be brief.