Ah! where shall weary man take sanctuary, where live his little span of life secure? and 'scape of Heaven serene th' indignant storms that launch the… - Luís de Camões

But an old man of venerable look
(Standing upon the shore amongst the crowds)
His eyes fixed upon us (on ship-board), shook
His head three times, overcast with sorrow's clouds:
And (straining his voice more, than well could brook
His aged lungs: it rattled in our shrouds)
Out of a science, practice did attest,
Let fly these words from an oraculous breast:</p>O glory of commanding! O vain thirst
Of that same empty nothing we call fame!

Ó que famintos beijos na floresta,
E que mimoso choro que soava!
Que afagos tão suaves, que ira honesta,
Que em risinhos alegres se tornava!
O que mais passam na manhã, e na sesta,
Que Vénus com prazeres inflamava,
Melhor é experimentá-lo que julgá-lo,
Mas julgue-o quem não pode experimentá-lo.

Go, gentle spirit! now supremely blest,
From scenes of pain and struggling virtue go:
From thy immortal seat of heavenly rest
Behold us lingering in a world of woe!