Shun to seek what is hid in the womb of the morrow, and set down as gain in life's ledger whatever time fate shall have granted thee.

Those who cross the sea, change sky, but not soul.

That I make poetry and give pleasure - if I give pleasure - are because of you.

Remember when life's path is steep to keep your mind even.

When evil times prevail, take care to preserve the serenity of your hear.

As we speak cruel time is fleeing. Seize the day, believing as little as possible in tomorrow.

Pleasure bought with pain does harm.