Half of today is better than all of tomorrow.
Rather suffer than die is man's motto.
By time and toil we sever What strength and rage could never.
In everything one must consider the end.
Still people are dangerous.
There's nothing sweeter than a real friend: Not only is he prompt to lend— An angler delicate, he fishes The very deepest of your wishes, And spares your modesty the task His friendly aid to ask. A dream, a shadow, wakes his fear, When pointing at the object dear.