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What wonders does not wine! It discloses secrets; ratifies and confirms our hopes; thrusts the coward forth to battle; eases the anxious mind of its burden; instructs in arts. Whom has not a cheerful glass made eloquent! Whom not quite free and easy from pinching poverty!
This is a fault common to all singers, that among their friends they will never sing when they are asked; unasked, they will never desist.
It's a good thing to be foolishly gay once in a while.
I never think at all when I write. Nobody can do two things at the same time and do them both well.
Every old poem is sacred.
O imitators, you slavish herd!
Strange - is it not? That of the myriads who Before us passed the door of Darkness through, Not one returns to tell us of the road Which to discover we must travel too.
The man is either mad, or he is making verses.
Why harass with eternal purposes a mind to weak to grasp them?
Few cross the river of time and are able to reach non-being. Most of them run up and down only on this side of the river. But those who when they know the law follow the path of the law, they shall reach the other shore and go beyond the realm of death.
Leave the rest to the gods.
Words will not fail when the matter is well considered.
One wanders to the left, another to the right. Both are equally in error, but, are seduced by different delusions.
He is armed without who is innocent within, be this thy screen, and this thy wall of brass.
He gains everyone's approval who mixes the pleasant with the useful.
If a man's fortune does not fit him, it is like the shoe in the story; if too large it trips him up, if too small it pinches him.
It is not the rich man you should properly call happy, _x000D_ but him who knows how to use with wisdom the blessings of the gods, _x000D_ to endure hard poverty, and who fears dishonor worse than death, _x000D_ and is not afraid to die for cherished friends or fatherland.
Let this be your wall of brass, to have nothing on your conscience, no guilt to make you turn pale.
By the favour of the heavens
If matters go badly now, they will not always be so.
Capture your reader, let him not depart, from dull beginnings that refuse to start
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