The very best of vineyards is the cellar
He had kept The whiteness of his soul, and thus men o'er him wept.
Books, Manuals, Directives, Regulations. The geometries that circumscribe your working life draw norrower and norrower until nothing fits inside them anymore.
You should have a softer pillow than my heart.
Sighing that Nature formed but one such man, and broke the die.
'Tis solitude should teach us how to die; It hath no flatterers; vanity can give, No hollow aid; alone - man with God must strive.