Dull winter will re-appear.
Few cross the river of time and are able to reach non-being. Most of them run up and down only on this side of the river. But those who when they know the law follow the path of the law, they shall reach the other shore and go beyond the realm of death.
At Rome I love Tibur; then, like a weathercock, at Tibur Rome.
Learned or unlearned we all must be scribbling.
High descent and meritorious deeds, unless united to wealth, are as useless as seaweed.
Even play has ended in fierce strife and anger.