"You began better than you end: your last attempts must yield the palm to your previous achievements. How little does the man correspond to the promise of the boy!"

"Si qua voles apte nubere, nube pari."

"If you wish to marry suitably, marry your equal."

"Cœpisti melius quam desinis: ultima primis Cedunt: dissimiles hic vir, et ille puer."

"Nulla reparabilis arte Læsa pudicitia est: deperit illa semel."

"When once a woman’s virtue’s gone, No art the damage can atone: 'Tis ruined once for all."

"If I sinned, the sin has fair excuse."

"Arbiter es formæ."

"Pursuits grow into habits."

"The event justifies the deed."

"Dicere que puduit, scribere jussit amor."

"There is virtue in abstinence from what delights."

"Qui nolet fieri desidiosus, amet."

"What shame forbade me speak, Love made me write."

"You are the (or a) judge of beauty."

"Don’t you know that kings have long arms?"

"Dicere quae puduit, scribere iussit amor."

"What modesty forbade me to say, love has commanded me to write."

"Si fuit errandum, causas habet error honestas."

"The event proves well the wisdom of her course."

"Exitus acta probat."

"We are tardy in believing, when belief brings hurt."

"If 'twas my fate to err, my error had honourable cause."

"Non veniunt in idem pudor atque amor."

"Love is a thing ever filled with anxious fear."

"Iam seges est ubi Troia fuit, resecandaque falce Luxuriat Phrygio sanguine pinguis humus."

"Now are fields of corn where Troy once was, and soil made fertile with Phrygian blood waves rich with harvest ready for the sickle."

"Res est solliciti plena timoris amor."

"Modesty and love are not at one."

"Write nothing back to me—yourself come!"

"Tarde quae credita laedunt credimus."

"Abeunt studia in mores."

"Omina sunt aliquid."

"Ut dominam teneas, nec te mirere relictum, Ingenii dotes corporis adde bonis. Forma bonum fragile est, quantumque accedit ad annos Fit minor, et spatio carpitur ipsa suo."

"Tastes change into character."

"Est virtus placitis abstinuisse bonis."

"Cur opus adfectas, ambitiose, novum?"

"Nil mihi rescribas, tu tamen ipse veni!"

"Candidus in nauta turpis color: sequoris unda Debet et a radiis sideris esse niger."

"Dummodo sit dives, barbarus ipse placet."

"Non ego divitibus venio praeceptor amandi: Nil opus est illi, qui dabit, arte mea; Secum habet ingenium, qui, cum libet, 'accipe' dicit."

"[2024’s] World Poetry Day appears to offer little to celebrate across a region where popular reverence for poets sits uneasily with the censorship and repression of ruling communist and military governments that are hostile to free expression and political activism. But the bleak environment is not stopping poets from trying to play their historic roles in movements for freedom and social justice, poets told Radio Free Asia ahead of World Poetry Day, established in 1999 by UNESCO."

"Speaking to “Bitter Winter” on World Poetry Day, [Uyghur poet Aziz Isa] Elkun urged the world to remember the more than five hundred Uyghur poets sentenced to lengthy jail terms for their “crime of writing poems,” and the “severe extrajudicial persecution endured by Uyghur poets at the hands of the Chinese [Communist Party] government.” “Their only crime was writing poems in their God-given mother language, ,” he said."

"The heptaplet with [a different] formula ... is found in Burns's Where are The Joys, etc.: Where are the joys I have met in the morning, that danced to the lark's early song? Where is the peace that awaited my wand'ring at evening the wild woods among."

"Rupert Brooke experimented with accentual versions of choriambs, ... Brooke came up with lines like: Light-foot dance in the woods, whisper of life, woo me to wayfaring"

"The choriambic hexaplet is the basis of the following lines from Swinburne's Hesperia: Out of the golden remote wild west where the sea without shore is, Full of the sunset, and sad, if at all, with the fulness of joy, As a wind sets in with the autumn that blows from the region of stories, Blows with a perfume of songs and of memories beloved from a boy."

"Swinburne even introduced it into English poetry:— Love, what ailed thee to leave life that was made lovely, we thought, with love? What sweet visions of sleep lured thee away, down from the light above?Such lines as these make a brave attempt to resuscitate the measured sound of the greater asclepiad."

"The charm of Swinburne’s ‘Choriambics’ is undeniable: Large red lilies of love, sceptral and tall, lovely for eyes to see; Thornless blossom of love, full of the sun, fruits that were reared for thee."