I drank at every vine, the last was like the first. I came upon no wine so wonderful as thirst.

But you were something more than young and sweet And fair, - and the long year remembers you.

Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely.

There is no shelter in you anywhere.

Time can make soft that iron wood.

I am glad that I paid so little attention to good advice; had I abided by it I might have been saved from some of my most valuable mistakes.

Evil alone has oil for every wheel.