If the art is concealed, it succeeds.

Thou seest how sloth wastes the sluggish body, as water is corrupted unless it moves.

There is a certain kind of pleasure in weeping.

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

Thanks are justly due for boons unbought

The lamp burns bright when wick and oil are clean.

If he should love deny him what he loves!