As night the life-inclining stars best shows, So lives obscure the starriest souls disclose.
Virtue is not malicious; wrong done her Is righted even when men grant they err.
Tis immortality to die aspiring, As if a man were taken quick to heaven.
I will neither yield to the song of the siren nor the voice of the hyena, the tears of the crocodile nor the howling of the wolf.
Enough 's as good as a feast.
The incompetent quickly throws himself into another impressive enterprise in order to escape his responsibility from previous disaster.