Let fortune do her worst, whatever she makes us lose, so long as she never makes us lose our honesty and our independence.
Behold the groves that shine with silver frost, their beauty withered, and their verdure lost!
Education forms the common mind. Just as the twig is bent, the tree's inclined.
Is pride, the never-failing vice of fools.
Whether the charmer sinner it, or saint it, If folly grow romantic, I must paint it.
Time conquers all, and we must time obey.