Even virtue followed beyond reason's rule May stamp the just man knave, the sage a fool.
The short span of life forbids us to spin out hope to any length. Soon will night be upon you, and the fabled Shades, and the shadowy Plutonian home.
Seize the day, put no trust in the morrow!
Capture your reader, let him not depart, from dull beginnings that refuse to start
If you know anything better than this candidly impart it; if not, use this with me.
Boy, I loathe Persian luxury.