Pride is innate in beauty, and haughtiness is the companion of the fair.
Let ancient times delight other folk, I rejoice that I was not born till now.
Note too that a faithful study of the liberal arts humanizes character and permits it not to be cruel.
Pluck with quick hand the fruit that passes.
Lente, lente currite, noctis equi. Translation: Run slowly, slowly, horses of the night.
Imperceptibly the hours glide on, and beguile us as they pass.