Boy, I loathe Persian luxury.
What does drunkenness not accomplish? It unlocks secrets, confirms our hopes, urges the indolent into battle, lifts the burden from anxious minds, teaches new arts.
The poets aim is either to profit or to please, or to blend in one the delightful and the useful. Whatever the lesson you would convey, be brief, that your hearers may catch quickly what is said and faithfully retain it. Every superfluous word is spilled from the too-full memory.
Virtuosi have been long remarked to have little conscience in their favorite pursuits. A man will steal a rarity who would cut off his hand rather than take the money it is worth. Yet, in fact, the crime is the same.
Carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero'Snatch at today and trust as little as you can in tomorrow' - (Odes) Often translated as 'Seize the day'.
Carpe diem, quam minime credula postero. Enjoy the present day, trusting very little to the morrow.
A bad reader soon puts to flight both wise men and fools.
By the favour of the heavens
Every old poem is sacred.
These trifles will lead to serious mischief. [Lat., Hae nugae seria ducent In mala.]
Anger is short-lived madness.
I shall not altogether die.
As shines the moon amid the lesser fires.
Good sense is both the first principal and the parent source of good writing.
In a moment comes either death or joyful victory. [Lat., Horae Momento cita mors venit aut victoria laeta.]
I would advise him who wishes to imitate well, to look closely into life and manners, and thereby to learn to express them with truth.
One gains universal applause who mingles the useful with the agreeable, at once delighting and instructing the reader.
Victory is by nature superb and insulting.
In the capacious urn of death, every name is shaken. [Lat., Omne capax movet urna nomen.]
It is not enough that poetry is agreeable, it should also be interesting.
The power of daring anything their fancy suggest, as always been conceded to the painter and the poet.
Ridicule is often employed with more power and success than severity.
And I endeavour to subdue circumstances to myself, and not myself to circumstances. [Lat., Et mihi res, non me rebus, subjungere conor.]
Better one thorn pluck'd out than all remain.
Get what start the sinner may, Retribution, for all her lame leg, never quits his track.
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