A good life is a main argument.
The voice so sweet, the words so fair, As some soft chime had stroked the air; And though the sound had parted thence, Still left an echo in the sense.
Who casts to write a living line, must sweat.
In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures, life may perfect be.
Fear to do base, unworthy things is valor; if they be one to us, to suffer them is valor too.
A thankful man owes a courtesy ever; the unthankful but when he needs it.