Among our crimes oblivion may be set.
A lively faith will bear aloft the mind, and leave the luggage of good works behind.
Happy the man, and happy he alone, he, who can call today his own.
Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure,- Sweet is pleasure after pain.
Take the good the gods provide thee.
But wild Ambition loves to slide, not stand, And Fortune's ice prefers to Virtue's land.