All singers have this fault: if asked to sing among friends they are never so inclined; if unasked, they never leave off.
Let the character as it began be preserved to the last; and let it be consistent with itself.
In my integrity I'll wrap me up.
You may suppress natural propensities by force, but they will be certain to re-appear.
By heaven you have destroyed me, my friends!
The foolish are like ripples on water, For whatsoever they do is quickly effaced; But the righteous are like carvings upon stone, For their smallest act is durable.