Blown roses hold their sweetness to the last.
Sweet is pleasure after pain.
Reason to rule, mercy to forgive: The first is law, the last prerogative. Life is an adventure in forgiveness.
Among our crimes oblivion may be set.
Fortune's unjust; she ruins oft the brave, and him who should be victor, makes the slave.
He was exhaled; his great Creator drew His spirit, as the sun the morning dew.