Is any man free except the one who can pass his life as he pleases?
Oh, the cares of men! how much emptiness there is in human concerns!
Oh, what a void there is in things.
Is then thy knowledge of no value, unless another know that thou possessest that knowledge?
Lives there the man with soul so dead as to disown the wish to merit the people's applause, and having uttered words worthy to be kept in cedar oil to latest times, to leave behind him rhymes that dread neither herrings nor frankincense.
Each man has his fancy.