I have lived: tomorrow the Father may fill the sky with black clouds or with cloudless sunshine.
That corner of the world smiles for me more than anywhere else.
The short span of life forbids us to take on far-reaching hopes.
The lofty pine is oftenest shaken by the winds; High towers fall with a heavier crash; And the lightning strikes the highest mountain.
My age, my inclinations, are no longer what they were.
Live mindful of how brief your life is.