We nothing know, but what is marvellous; Yet what is marvellous, we can't believe.
When pain can't bless, heaven quits us in despair.
Narcissus is the glory of his race: For who does nothing with a better grace?.
Affliction is a good man's shining time.
Day buries day; month, month; and year the year: Our life is but a chain of many deaths.
Leisure is pain; take off our chariot wheels; how heavily we drag the load of life!