While we're talking, time will have meanly run on... pick today's fruits, not relying on the future in the slightest.

The lofty pine is oftenest shaken by the winds; High towers fall with a heavier crash; And the lightning strikes the highest mountain.

To drink away sorrow.

I shall strike the stars with my uplifted head.

Dismiss the old horse in good time, lest he fail in the lists and the spectators laugh.

The poets aim is either to profit or to please, or to blend in one the delightful and the useful. Whatever the lesson you would convey, be brief, that your hearers may catch quickly what is said and faithfully retain it. Every superfluous word is spilled from the too-full memory.

Wine unlocks the breast.