That, which has not its alternation of rest, will not last long.

Although they posses enough, and more than enough still they yearn for more.

Minds that are ill at ease are agitated by both hope and fear.

Judgement of beauty can err, what with the wine and the dark.

Neither can the wave that has passed by be recalled, nor the hour which has passed return again.

Dripping water hollows out a stone

When there is plenty of wine, sorrow and worry take wing.