It is but a small merit to observe silence, but it is a grave fault to speak of matters on which we should be silent.

Grief is put to flight and assuaged by generous draughts.

All things change, nothing is extinguished. There is nothing in the whole world which is permanent. Everything flows onward; all things are brought into being with a changing nature; the ages themselves glide by in constant movement.

Calumny ever pursues the great, even as the winds hurl themselves on high places.

Love is a credulous thing.

The poet's labors are a work of joy, and require peace of mind.

Destroy our leisure and you break love's bow.