Philosophers who wrote of the vanity of writers
     So long as we do not think ourselves wretched, we are not so
     Temples would be empty if mortals had nothing left to wish for
     They keep an account in their heart and not in their head
     To know half is less endurable than to know nothing
     When a friend refuses to share in joys
     Who do all they are able and enjoy as much as they can get
     Wide world between the purpose and the deed
     Years are the foe of beauty