Virtue, though she gets her beginning from nature, yet receives her finishing touches from learning.
Men, even when alone, lighten their labors by song, however rude it may be.
The soul languishing in obscurity contracts a kind of rust, or abandons itself to the chimera of presumption; for it is natural for it to acquire something, even when separated from any one.
When we cannot hope to win, it is an advantage to yield.
Verse satire indeed is entirely our own.
Those who wish to appear wise among fools, among the wise seem foolish.