The tendency of humanity is towards the forbidden.
The body, enervated by the excesses of the preceding day, weighs down and prostates the mind also.
The cautious wolf fears the pit, the hawk regards with suspicion the snare laid for her, and the fish the hook in its concealment.
Be ever on your guard what you say of anybody and to whom.
Let us seize, friends, our opportunity from the day as it passes.
No poem was ever written by a drinker of water.