Blind self-love, vanity, lifting aloft her empty head, and indiscretion, prodigal of secrets more transparent than glass, follow close behind.
I have completed a monument more lasting than brass.
A cup concealed in the dress is rarely honestly carried.
Gold loves to make its way through guards, and breaks through barriers of stone more easily than the lightning's bolt.
When your throat is parched with thirst, do you desire a cup of gold?
A picture is a poem without words