The man is either crazy or he is a poet.
I praise her (Fortune) while she lasts; if she shakes her quick wings, I resign what she has given, and take refuge in my own virtue, and seek honest undowered Poverty.
Fire, if neglected, will soon gain strength.
We are just statistics, born to consume resources.
No verse can give pleasure for long, nor last, that is written by drinkers of water.
Captive Greece took captive her savage conqueror.