No one is content with his own lot.
My cares and my inquiries are for decency and truth, and in this I am wholly occupied.
Posterity, thinned by the crime of its ancestors, shall hear of those battles.
Nature is harmony in discord.
Poets are never allowed to be mediocre by the gods, by men or by publishers.
The sorrowful dislike the gay, and the gay the sorrowful.