My grief lies onward, and my joy behind.
Hot blood begets hot thoughts, And hot thoughts beget Hot deeds, And hot deeds is love.
Of all knowledge the wise and good seek most to know themselves.
Remuneration! O! That's the Latin word for three farthings
Who riseth from a feast With that keen appetite that he sits down?
You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, As full of grief as age; wretched in both.