If one must be rejected, one succeed, make him my lord within whose faithful breast is fixed my image, and who loves me best.

Thus, while the mute creation downward bend Their sight, and to their earthly mother ten, Man looks aloft; and with erected eyes Beholds his own hereditary skies.

That gloomy outside, like a rusty chest, contains the shoring treasure of a soul resolved and brave.

Old as I am, for ladies' love unfit, The power of beauty I remember yet.

A thing well said will be wit in all languages.

By education most have been misled; So they believe, because they were bred. The priest continues where the nurse began, And thus the child imposes on the man.

He has not learned the first lesson of life who does not every day surmount a fear.