The idiot who praises, with enthusiastic tone, All centuries but this, and every country but his own.
Ah, pray no mistake, We are not shy; We're very wide awake The Moon and I.
Wherever valor true is found, true modesty will there abound.
Oh, wouldn't the world seem dull and flat with nothing whatever to grumble at?
Posterity will know as little of me as I know of posterity.
Man is nature's sole mistake.