You'll get no laurel crown for outrunning a burrow.
You'll get no laurel crown for outrunning a burrow.
I know these are nothing.
Stop abusing my verses, or publish some of your own.
There is no glory in outstripping donkeys.
You ask what a nice girl will do She won't give an inch, but she won't say no.
Tomorrows life is too late. Live today.
Some good, some so-so, and lots plain bad that's how a book of poems is made, my Friend.
Neither fear your deaths day nor long for it.
A good man doubles the length of his existence to have lived so as to look back with pleasure on our past life is to live twice.
The flaw which is hidden is deemed greater than it is.
The country in town.
You're obstinate, pliant, merry, morose, all at once. For me there's no living with you, or without you.
You complain, friend Swift, of the length of my epigrams, but you yourself write nothing. Yours are shorter.
Life is not living, but living in health.
The bee is enclosed, and shines preserved in amber, so that it seems enshrined in its own nectar.
Virtue extends our days he lives two lives who relives his past with pleasure.
Our days pass by, and are scored against us.
If pale beans bubble for you in a red earthenware pot You can oft decline the dinners of sumptuous hosts.
What's a wretched man A man whom no man pleases.
I don't like you, Sabidius, I can't say why But I can say this I don't like you, Sabidius.
You puff the poets of other days, The living you deplore. Spare me the accolade your praise Is not worth dying for.
My poems are naughty, but my life is pure.
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