I, For One, Know Of No Sweeter

Far From Me Be The Gift Of Bacchus--pernicious, Inflaming Wine, That Weakens Both Body And Mind.

There Is Nothing Alive More Agonized Than Man / Of All That Breathe And Crawl Across The Earth.

It Is Not Good To Have A Rule Of Many.

The Life, Which Others Pay, Let Us Bestow, And Give To Fame What We To Nature Owe.

[b]ut It Is Only What Happens, When They Die, To All Mortals. The Sinews No Longer Hold The Flesh And The Bones Together, And Once The Spirit Has Let The White Bones, All The Rest Of The Body Is Made Subject To The Fire's Strong Fury, But The Soul Flitters Out Like A Dream And Flies Away.