How easy 'tis, when Destiny proves kind, With full-spread sails to run before the wind!
Happy the man, and happy he alone, he who can call today his own; he who, secure within, can say, tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.
Not to ask is not be denied.
A lazy frost, a numbness of the mind.
Roused by the lash of his own stubborn tail our lion now will foreign foes assail.
For age but tastes of pleasures youth devours.