If you would have me weep, you must first of all feel grief yourself.
Not to create confusion in what is clear, but to throw light on what is obscure.
A poem is like a painting.
Labor diligently to increase your property.
Be this thy brazen bulwark, to keep a clear conscience, and never turn pale with guilt.
Catch the opportunity while it lasts, and rely not on what the morrow may bring.