The thought of being nothing after death is a burden insupportable to a virtuous man.
Bets at first were fool-traps, where the wise like spiders lay in ambush for the flies.
All flowers will droop in the absence of the sun that waked their sweets.
If one must be rejected, one succeed, make him my lord within whose faithful breast is fixed my image, and who loves me best.
More liberty begets desire of more; The hunger still increases with the store
No king nor nation one moment can retard the appointed hour.