Limbs of a dismembered poet.
There is a fault common to all singers. When they're among friends and are asked to sing they don't want to, and when they're not asked to sing they never stop.
The earth opens impartially her bosom to receive the beggar and the prince.
Pale death with an impartial foot knocks at the hovels of the poor and the palaces of king.
The changing year's successive plan Proclaims mortality to man.
A good and faithful judge ever prefers the honorable to the expedient.