Old men's prayers for death are lying prayers, in which they abuse old age and long extent of life. But when death draws near, not one is willing to die, and age no longer is a burden to them.

Youth holds no society with grief.

Love distills desire upon the eyes, love brings bewitching grace into the heart.

Both to the rich and poor, wine is the happy antidote for sorrow.

Fate finds for every man; his share of misery.

Blood streams in sacrifice; yet anguish finds no cure.

Delight in splendor is No more than happiness with little: for both Have their appeal.