Wind feeds the fire, and wind extinguishes:
The flames are nourished by a gentle breeze,
Yet, if it stronger grows, they sink and die.
—Ovid (Publius Ovidius Naso)
Whatever flames upon the night
Man’s own resinous heart has fed.
—William Butler Yeats (1865–1939)
All praise of the hawk on fire in hawk-eyed dusk be sung,
When his viperish fuse hangs looped with flames under the brand
Wing, and blest shall
Young
Green chickens of the bay and bushes cluck, “dilly dilly,
Come let us die.”
—Dylan Thomas (1914–1953)