Catullus

“ He who just now was
seen as a jester by manner or somebody rather knowing about this thing,
the same one is duller than a dull countryside,
as soon as he touched poems, the same one is not ever as
equally happy as when he writes poetry:
he rejoices about himself and admires himself so much.
Evidently we all are deceived the same way, nor is there anyone
whom you are not able to see Suffenus in some way.
To each their own error has been assigned;
but we do not see the knapsack which is on our back. ”

“ Quī modo scurra
aut sī quid hāc rē scītius vidēbātur,
īdem īnfacētō est īnfacētior rūre,
simul poēmata attigit, neque īdem umquam
aequē est beātus ac poēma cum scrībit:
tam gaudet in sē tamque sē ipse mīrātur. ”