I shall not completely die.
I have to submit to much in order to pacify the touchy tribe of poets.
Content with his past life, let him take leave of life like a satiated guest.
The poet must put on the passion he wants to represent.
The changing year's successive plan Proclaims mortality to man.
There is a proper measure in all things, certain limits beyond which and short of which right is not to be found. Who so cultivates the golden mean avoids the poverty of a hovel and the envy of a palace.