They had their faces twisted toward their haunches and found it necessary to walk backward, because they could not see ahead of them. ...And since he wanted so to see ahead, he looks behind and walks a backward path.

The mouse had fallen in with evil cats.

Consider your origins: you were not made to live as brutes, but to follow virtue and knowledge.

Consider the sea's listless chime: Time's self it is, made audible.

Still desiring, we live without hope.

What shall one do with the verse, if he knows not That?

Lost are we, and are only so far punished, That without hope we live on in desire.