Stranger, if you passing meet me and desire to speak to me, why should you not speak to me? And why should I not speak to you?

Was it doubted that those who corrupt their own bodies conceal themselves?

Has anyone supposed it lucky to be born? I hasten to inform him or her that it is just as lucky to die, and I know it.

Give me the splendid silent sun with all his beams full-dazzling.

Nothing endures but personal qualities.

The poet judges not as a judge judges but as the sun falling around a helpless thing.