Or hast thou known the world so long in vain?

Fowls, by winter forced, forsake the floods, and wing their hasty flight to happier lands.

Seas are the fields of combat for the winds; but when they sweep along some flowery coast, their wings move mildly, and their rage is lost.

Seek not to know what must not be reveal, for joy only flows where fate is most concealed. A busy person would find their sorrows much more; if future fortunes were known before!

Happy, happy, happy pair! None but the brave deserves the fair.

And plenty makes us poor.

Railing and praising were his usual themes; and both showed his judgment in extremes. Either over violent or over civil, so everyone to him was either god or devil.