The swan murmurs sweet strains with a flattering tongue, itself the singer of its own dirge.
Wish to be what you are, and wish for no other position.
If pale beans bubble for you in a red earthenware pot, you can often decline the dinners of sumptuous hosts.
A vagrant is everywhere at home.
Hidden evils are most dreaded.
Some good, some so-so, and lots plain bad: that's how a book of poems is made, my Friend.