From the egg to the apple.
Poverty urges us to do and suffer anything that we may escape from it, and so leads us away from virtue.
Not even piety will stay wrinkles, nor the encroachments of age, nor the advance of death, which cannot be resisted.
That I make poetry and give pleasure - if I give pleasure - are because of you.
If you would have me weep, you must first of all feel grief yourself.
It is your business when the wall next door catches fire.