There are some who praise a man free from disease; to me no man who is poor seems free from disease but to be constantly sick.
Show me a man who longs to live a day beyond his time who turns his back on a decent length of life, I'll show the world a man who clings to folly.
I don't even exist—I'm no one. Nothing.
Sister - if all this is true, what could I do or undo?
What house, bloated with luxury, ever became prosperous without a woman's excellence?
For I owe a longer allegiance to the dead than to the living.