A portion of mankind take pride in their vices and pursue their purpose; many more waver between doing what is right and complying with what is wrong.
Nothing is so difficult but that man will accomplish it.
Clogged with yesterday's excess, the body drags the mind down with it.
In labouring to be brief, I become obscure.
What with your friend you nobly share, At least you rescue from your heir.
No, but you're wrong now, and always will be.