No poems can please long or live that are written by water drinkers.
Strength, wanting judgment and policy to rule, overturneth itself.
If you wish me to weep, you yourself must first feel grief.
Can you restrain your laughter, my friends?
Think to yourself that every day is your last; the hour to which you do not look forward will come as a welcome surprise.
The changing year's successive plan Proclaims mortality to man.