No one can confidently say that he will still be living tomorrow.
Blood streams in sacrifice; yet anguish finds no cure.
To have found you is a dear happiness; and to be Apollo's son is beyond all my hopes; but there is something I want to say to you alone. Come; this is a private matter between us two - anything you tell me shall be as secret as the grave.
There is just one life for each of us: our own.
Question everything. Learn something. Answer nothing.
O virtue, I have followed you through life, and find you at last but a shade.