All things are subject to decay and when fate summons, monarchs must obey.
He was exhaled; his great Creator drew His spirit, as the sun the morning dew.
All flowers will droop in the absence of the sun that waked their sweets.
Love either finds equality or makes it.
If you have lived, take thankfully the past. Make, as you can, the sweet remembrance last.
Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the Furies arise!