A poem is like a painting.
Does he council you better who bids you, Money, by right means, if you can: but by any means, make money ?
Busy idleness urges us on.
His anger is easily excited and appeased, and he changes from hour to hour.
It is sweet and right to die for the homeland, but it is sweeter to live for the homeland, and the sweetest to drink for it. Therefore, let us drink to the health of the homeland.
The more a man denies himself, the more shall he obtain from God.