A word once uttered can never be recalled.
Catch the opportunity while it lasts, and rely not on what the morrow may bring.
While I am sane I shall compare nothing to the joy of a friend.
Death is the last limit of all things.
I have to submit to much in order to pacify the touchy tribe of poets.
There are words and accents by which this grief can be assuaged, and the disease in a great measure removed.