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.
Whilst we deliberate how to begin a thing, it grows too late to begin it.
A liar ought to have a good memory.
Verse satire indeed is entirely our own.
Everything that has a beginning comes to an end.
Consequently the student who is devoid of talent will derive no more profit from this work than barren soil from a treatise on agriculture.