Not even for an hour can you bear to be alone, nor can you advantageously apply your leisure time, but you endeavor, a fugitive and wanderer, to escape from yourself, now vainly seeking to banish remorse by wine, and now by sleep; but the gloomy companion presses on you, and pursues you as you fly.
HoraceThis was my prayer: an adequate portion of land with a garden and a spring of water and a small wood to complete the picture.
HoraceSurely oak and threefold brass surrounded his heart who first trusted a frail vessel to the merciless ocean.
Horace