Physicians attend to the business of physicians, and workmen handle the tools of workmen. [Lat., Quod medicorum est Promittunt medici, tractant fabrilia fabri.]
Once a word has been allowed to escape, it cannot be recalled.
What has this unfeeling age of ours left untried, what wickedness has it shunned?
An envious man grows lean at another's fatness.
The man is either crazy or he is a poet.
The musician who always plays on the same string is laughed at.
Of writing well the source and fountainhead is wise thinking.
Change but the name, and you are the subject of the story.
Take away the danger and remove the restraint, and wayward nature runs free.
I prayed only for a small piece of land, a garden, an ever-flowing spring, and bit of woods.
There is nothing assured to mortals.
Take too much pleasure in good things, you'll feel The shock of adverse fortune makes you reel.
Never inquire into another man's secret; bur conceal that which is intrusted to you, though pressed both be wine and anger to reveal it.
Remember you must die whether you sit about moping all day long or whether on feast days you stretch out in a green field, happy with a bottle of Falernian from your innermost cellar.
When a man is pleased with the lot of others, he is dissatisfied with his own, as a matter of course.
Be this thy brazen bulwark, to keep a clear conscience, and never turn pale with guilt.
As a neighboring funeral terrifies sick misers, and fear obliges them to have some regard for themselves; so, the disgrace of others will often deter tender minds from vice.
You will not rightly call him a happy man who possesses much; he more rightly earns the name of happy who is skilled in wisely using the gifts of the gods, and in suffering hard poverty, and who fears disgrace as worse than death.
Anger is a brief lunacy.
The lofty pine is most easily brought low by the force of the wind, and the higher the tower the greater the fall thereof.
Riches with their wicked inducements increase; nevertheless, avarice is never satisfied.
For example, the tiny ant, a creature of great industry, drags with its mouth whatever it can, and adds it to the heap which she is piling up, not unaware nor careless of the future.
Be not ashamed to have had wild days, but not to have sown your wild oats.
Be this our wall of brass, to be conscious of having done no evil, and to grow pale at no accusation.
The aim of the poet is to inform or delight, or to combine together, in what he says, both pleasure and applicability to life. In instructing, be brief in what you say in order that your readers may grasp it quickly and retain it faithfully. Superfluous words simply spill out when the mind is already full. Fiction invented in order to please should remain close to reality.
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