My intention is to tell of bodies changed into new forms.
I am the poet of the poor, because I was poor when I loved; since I could not give gifts, I gave words.
What is deservedly suffered must be borne with calmness, but when the pain is unmerited, the grief is resistless.
Imperceptibly the hours glide on, and beguile us as they pass.
Against the bold, daring is unsafe.
You can learn from anyone even your enemy.