How prone to doubt, how cautious are the wise!
Beauty- it was a glorious gift of nature.
I guess some people never change... Or, they quickly change and then quickly change back.
Will cast the spear and leave the rest to Jove.
Sinks my sad soul with sorrow to the grave.
Hateful to me as are the gates of hell, Is he who, hiding one thing in his heart, Utters another.