I prayed only for a small piece of land, a garden, an ever-flowing spring, and bit of woods.
How slight and insignificant is the thing which casts down or restores a mind greedy for praise.
Painters and poets have equal license in regard to everything.
Forgetful of thy tomb thou buildest houses.
Who knows if the gods above will add tomorrow's span to this day's sum?
Fire, if neglected, will soon gain strength.