Our years Glide silently away. No tears, No loving orisons repair The wrinkled cheek, the whitening hair That drop forgotten to the tomb.
The work you are treating is one full of dangerous hazard, and you are treading over fires lurking beneath treacherous ashes.
Never despair while under the guidance and auspices of Teucer.
Knowledge without education is but armed injustice.
There is moderation in everything.
Anger is momentary madness, so control your passion or it will control you.