And they die an equal death — the idler and the man of mighty deeds.
It is always the latest song that an audience applauds the most.
Like leaves on trees the race of man is found,- Now green in youth, now withering on the ground; Another race the following spring supplies: They fall successive, and successive rise.
True friends appear less moved than counterfeit.
From his tongue flowed speech sweeter than honey.
A hunter of shadows, himself a shade.