A translation in verse . . . seems to me something absurd, impossible.
Friend is sometimes a word devoid of meaning; enemy, never.
You would have imagined her at one moment a maniac, at another a queen.
The wise man is he who knows when and how to stop
His judgement demonstrates that one can be a genius and understand nothing of an art that is not one's own.
Creation lives, grows, and multiplies; man is but a witness.