We must improve our time; time goes with rapid foot.
The poet's labors are a work of joy, and require peace of mind.
He who says o'er much I love not is in love.
Gifts, believe me, captivate both men and Gods, Jupiter himself was won over and appeased by gifts.
What is now an act of reason, was but blind impulse.
Work while your strength and years permit you; crooked age will by-and-by come upon you with silent foot.