Would that thy love, beloved, had less trust in me, that it might be more anxious!
Prosperity seldom chooses the side of the virtuous.
We fluctuate long between love and hatred before we can arrive at tranquillity.
it is not the deed but the intention that makes the crime.
When my self is not with you, it is nowhere.
Riches and power are but gifts of blind fate, whereas goodness is the result of one's own merits.