Everything that's prose isn't verse and everything that isn't verse is prose. Now you see what it is to be a scholar!
It's an odd job, making decent people laugh.
One is easily fooled by that which one loves.
The absence of the beloved, short though it may last, always lasts too long.
When we are understood, we always speak well, and then all your fine diction serves no purpose.
Books and marriage go ill together.