The fellow is either a madman or a poet.
Oh! thou who are greatly mad, deign to spare me who am less mad.
Be this thy brazen bulwark, to keep a clear conscience, and never turn pale with guilt.
This was my prayer: an adequate portion of land with a garden and a spring of water and a small wood to complete the picture.
Seize the day [Carpe diem]: trust not to the morrow.
Wealth increaseth, but a nameless something is ever wanting to our insufficient fortune.