There is no such thing as perfect happiness.
The Cadiz tribe, not used to bearing our yoke.
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.
Get what start the sinner may, Retribution, for all her lame leg, never quits his track.
All singers have this fault: if asked to sing among friends they are never so inclined; if unasked, they never leave off.
Now is the time for drinking; now the time to beat the earth with unfettered foot.