Some for renown, on scraps of learning dote, And think they grow immortal as they quote.
A prince indebted is a fortune made.
Like our shadows, our wishes lengthen as our sun declines.
Born Originals, how comes it to pass that we die Copies?
We push time from us, and we wish him back; * * * * * * Life we think long and short; death seek and shun.
Friendship's the wine of life: but friendship new... is neither strong nor pure.