It is not becoming to lay to virtue the weariness of old age.
'Therefore' is a word the poet must not know.
The true return to nature is the definitive return to the elements-death.
It is with noble sentiments that bad literature gets written.
The abominable effort to take oneโs sins with one to paradise.
Oh, would that my mind could let fall its dead ideas, as the tree does its withered leaves! And without too many regrets, if possible! Those from which the sap has withdrawn. But, good Lord, what beautiful colors!