Life is brief but love is LONG .

Courtesy wins woman all as well. As valor may, but he that closes both is perfect.

For now the poet cannot die, Nor leave his music as of old, But round him ere he scarce be cold Begins the scandal and the cry.

We needs must love the highest when we see it.

Such a one do I remember, whom to look at was love.

How many a father have I seen, A sober man, among his boys, Whose youth was full of foolish noise.

The Gods themselves cannot recall their gifts.