We are free to yield to truth.
A wise God shrouds the future in obscure darkness.
Painters and poets alike have always had license to dare anything! We know that, and we both claim and allow to others in their turn this indulgence.
In a long work sleep may be naturally expected.
Poets wish to profit or to please.
Poverty urges us to do and suffer anything that we may escape from it, and so leads us away from virtue.