Whatever your advice, make it brief.
Betray not a secret even though racked by wine or wrath.
The Cadiz tribe, not used to bearing our yoke.
Poetry is like painting: one piece takes your fancy if you stand close to it, another if you keep at some distance.
Imagine every day to he 5 the last6 of a life surrounded with hopes, cares, anger, and fear. The hours, that come unexpectedly, will be so much the more grateful.
He can afford to be a fool.