And what he greatly thought, he nobly dared.

To-morrow we embark upon the boundless sea.

Even the bravest cannot fight beyond his power

Two urns on Jove's high throne have ever stood, the source of evil one, and one of good; from thence the cup of mortal man he fills, blessings to these, to those distributes ills; to most he mingles both.

[But] age, the common enemy of mankind, has laid his hand upon you; would that it had fallen upon some other, and that you were still young.

We all scribble poetry.

Sensitive love letters are my specialty. 'Dear Baby, Welcome to Dumpsville. Population: you.'