Opinion is a fitting thing but truth outlasts the sun - if then we cannot own them both, possess the oldest one.

Sunrise: day's great progenitor.

MY river runs to thee: Blue sea, wilt welcome me? My river waits reply. Oh sea, look graciously! I ’ll fetch thee brooks From spotted nooks,— Say, sea, Take me!

Bring me the sunset in a cup.

If fame belonged to me, I could not escape her; if she did not, the longest day would pass me on the chase, and the approbation of my dog would forsake me.

I . . . am small, like the wren, and my hair is bold like the chestnut burr; and my eyes like the sherry in the glass that the guest leaves.

Expectation is contentment - Gain satiety.