Midway upon the journey of our life
Without hope we live in desire.
In each fire there is a spirit; Each one is wrapped in what is burning him.
There is a gentle thought that often springs to life in me, because it speaks of you.
Fame is not won on downy plumes nor under canopies; the man who consumes his days without obtaining it leaves such mark of himself on earth as smoke in air or foam on water.
I was so full of sleep at the time that I left the true way.