Merely because thou hast made a good verse in a language poetic,
One which composes for thee, thou art a poet forsooth!
THE BABBLER OF ART.
Dost thou desire the good in art? Of the good art thou worthy,
Which by a ne'er ceasing war 'gainst thee thyself is produced?
THE PHILOSOPHIES.
Which among the philosophies will be enduring? I know not,
But that philosophy's self ever may last is my hope.
THE FAVOR OF THE MUSES.
Fame with the vulgar expires; but, Muse immortal, thou bearest
Those whom thou lovest, who love thee, into Mnemosyne's arms.
HOMER'S HEAD AS A SEAL.
Trusty old Homer! to thee I confide the secret so tender;
For the raptures of love none but the bard should e'er know.