The cask will long retain the flavour of the wine with which it was first seasoned.
Not to hope for things to last forever, is what the year teaches and even the hour which snatches a nice day away.
At Rome I love Tibur; then, like a weathercock, at Tibur Rome.
I am doubting what to do.
You must avoid sloth, that wicked siren.
And Tragedy should blush as much to stoop To the low mimic follies of a farce, As a grave matron would to dance with girls.