The mad is either insane or he is composing verses.
As we speak cruel time is fleeing. Seize the day, believing as little as possible in tomorrow.
As riches grow, care follows, and a thirst For more and more.
Even in animals there exists the spirit of their sires.
Even virtue followed beyond reason's rule May stamp the just man knave, the sage a fool.
Even the good Homer is sometimes caught napping.