The snow has at last melted, the fields regain their herbage, and the trees their leaves.
Hatched in the same nest.
Fortune, delighting in her cruel task, and playing her wanton game untiringly, is ever shifting her uncertain favours.
Now is the time for drinking; now the time to beat the earth with unfettered foot.
When you have well thought out your subject, words will come spontaneously.
Busy not yourself in looking forward to the events of to-morrow; but whatever may be those of the days Providence may yet assign you neglect not to turn them to advantage.