Some good, some so-so, and lots plain bad: that's how a book of poems is made, my friend

For all their compliments do verses pay? They mayn't, yet these same poems make me gay

He does not write at all whose poems no man reads

Come, Caesar, even by night - let stars delay; If thou but come, thy folk will find it day

Take away your opinion, and then there is taken away the complaint, 'I have been harmed.' Take away the complaint, 'I have been harmed,' and the harm is taken away.

Reject your sense of injury and the injury itself disappears.