688.
Ne'er can the wise grow old, in whom there dwells
A soul sustained with light of Heaven's own day;
Great gain to men is forethought such as theirs.
689.
He who in midst of woes desireth life,
Is either coward or insensible.
690.
A. Now he is dead, I yearn to die with him.
B. Why such hot haste? Thou needs must meet thy fate.
691.
Truth evermore surpasseth words in might.
694.
A woman's oaths I write upon the waves.
701.
To drink against one's will
Is not less evil than unwilling thirst.
702.
If thou should'st bring all wisdom of the wise
To one who thirsts, thou could'st not please him more
Than giving him to drink.
703.
Most basely wilt thou die by doom of Heaven,
Who, being as thou art, dost still drain off
Thy pottle-deep potations.
705.
This wanton insolence
Is never brought to self-control in youth,
But still among the young bursts out, and then
Tames down and withers.
707.
I know that God is ever such as this,
Darkly disclosing counsels to the wise;
