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.
He has not lived badly whose birth and death has been unnoticed by the world.
I prayed only for a small piece of land, a garden, an ever-flowing spring, and bit of woods.
Whatever advice you give, be short.
What is wealth to me if I cannot enjoy it?
Where there are many beauties in a poem I shall not cavil at a few faults proceeding either from negligence or from the imperfection of our nature.