The fellow is either a madman or a poet.
What exile from his country is able to escape from himself?
It is your concern when your neighbor's wall is on fire.
It's a good thing to be foolishly gay once in a while.
When your throat is parched with thirst, do you desire a cup of gold?
Leuconoe, close the book of fate, For troubles are in store, . . . . Live today, tomorrow is not.