"Gutta cavat lapidem." (Dripping water carves a stone.)

Wherever I look there is nothing but the image of death.

Wine, not too much, inspires and make the mind,to the soft joys of Venus strong inclined,which, buried in excess, unapt to love,stupidly lies and knows not hom to move

I am the poet of the poor, because I was poor when I loved; since I could not give gifts, I gave words.

Time is generally the best doctor.

To feel our ills is one thing, but to cure them is another.

Thanks are justly due for boons unbought