Desiring things widely different for their various tastes.

Drop the question of what tomorrow may bring, and count as profit every day that Fate allows you.

If you cannot conduct yourself with propriety, give place to those who can.

Our years Glide silently away. No tears, No loving orisons repair The wrinkled cheek, the whitening hair That drop forgotten to the tomb.

What can be found equal to modesty, uncorrupt faith, the sister of justice, and undisguised truth?

A poem is like a painting.

Fidelity is the sister of justice.