While fools shun one set of faults they run into the opposite one.
Busy idleness urges us on.
Despise not sweet inviting love-making nor the merry dance.
The short span of life forbids us to take on far-reaching hopes.
Who then is free? The one who wisely is lord of themselves, who neither poverty, death or captivity terrify, who is strong to resist his appetites and shun honors, and is complete in themselves smooth and round like a globe
I prayed only for a small piece of land, a garden, an ever-flowing spring, and bit of woods.