Wisdom is not wisdom when it is derived from books alone.
What has this unfeeling age of ours left untried, what wickedness has it shunned?
Flames too soon acquire strength if disregarded.
All men do not, in fine, admire or love the same thing.
It is hard! But what can not be removed, becomes lighter through patience.
Leuconoe, close the book of fate, For troubles are in store, . . . . Live today, tomorrow is not.