Pulchrum id quidem, indulgentiam principis ingenio mereri: quanto tamen pulchrius, si ita res familiaris exigat, se ipsum colere, suum genium propitiare, suam  experiri liberalitatem! Adice quod poetis, si modo dignum aliquid elaborare et efficere velint, relinquenda conversatio amicorum et iucunditas urbis, deserenda cetera officia, utque ipsi dicunt, in nemora et lucos, id est in solitudinem secedendum est.
And to win for oneself by ones ability the favour of an Emperor is, no doubt, a fine thing; but how much finer is it, if the low state of ones fortune should make it necessary, to pay court to oneself instead, to be ones own good genius, and to make trial of ones own bounty? And there is more. A poet, when he is minded laboriously to produce some creditable composition, has to turn his back on the society of friends and on all the charms of city life; abandoning every other function, he must retire into the solitude, as poets themselves say, of the woods and the groves.
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