It is convenient that there be gods, and, as it is convenient, let us believe there are.
Love is a naked child: do you think he has pockets for money?
I see and praise what is better, but follow what is worse.
Majesty and love do not well agree, nor do they live together.
I am the poet of the poor, because I was poor when I loved; since I could not give gifts, I gave words.
Either do not attempt at all or go through with it.