Whoever fails to turn aside the ills of life by prudent forethought, must submit to fulfill the course of destiny.
The happy man does not notice the flight of time.
Love is only known by him who hopelessly persists in love.
Most gladly would I give the blood-stained laurel for the first violet which March brings us, the fragrant pledge of the new-fledged year.
To rankling poison hast thou turned in me the milk of human kindness.
The iron chain and the silken cord are both equally bonds.