The muse is blind as Cupid and skittish as Diana.
Nature often seems like an idea that has had its day.
Many who take up burdens come to resent being put upon.
Wisdom has lost repute because it so often applies to a state of affairs that no longer exists.
Once discover comfort, and there is no turning back.
If beggars do not hate the rest of us, they are even more abject than I had imagined.