The secret of getting things done is to act!
Love, that all gentle hearts so quickly know.
Do not be afraid; our fate Cannot be taken from us; it is a gift.
Lost are we, and are only so far punished, That without hope we live on in desire.
Those ancients who in poetry presented the golden age, who sang its happy state, perhaps, in their Parnassus, dreamt this place. Here, mankind's root was innocent; and here were every fruit and never-ending spring; these streams--the nectar of which poets sing.
Behold a God more powerful than I who comes to rule over me.