In an active life is sown the seed of wisdom... And age, if it has not esteem, has nothing.
How blessings brighten as they take their flight.
Virtue alone has majesty in death.
Horace appears in good humor while he censures, and therefore his censure has the more weight, as supposed to proceed from judgment and not from passion.
The bell strikes one. We take no note of time But from its loss.
Souls made of fire, and children of the sun, With whom revenge is virtue.