At the midpoint on the journey of life, I found myself in a dark forest, for the clear path was lost.

You shall leave everything you love.

Many have justice in their hearts, but slowly it is let fly, for it comes not without council to the bow.

O you, who in some pretty boat, Eager to listen, have been following Behind my ship, that singing sails along Turn back to look again upon your own shores; Tempt not the deep, lest unawares, In losing me, you yourselves might be lost. The sea I sail has never yet been passed; Minerva breathes, and pilots me Apollo, And Muses nine point out to me the Bears. You other few who have neck uplifted Betimes to the bread of angels upon Which one lives and does not grow sated, Well may you launch your vessel Upon the deep sea.

All your renown is like the summer flower that blooms and dies; because the sunny glow which brings it forth, soon slays with parching power.

The wisest are the most annoyed at the loss of time.

Oh foolish desires of mortals! How weak are the reasons that lead us to not take off our flight from the ground.