To be wicked does not insure prosperity - for the inn did not succeed well.
When a person opens a book, he can never be in prison.
He left her. She was dissatisfied with him. He had preferred to incur her anger rather than cause her pain. He had kept all the pain for himself.
A poet is a world enclosed in a man.
Youth is the future smiling at a stranger, which is itself.
The ode lives upon the ideal, the epic upon the grandiose, the drama upon the real.