Roused by the lash of his own stubborn tail our lion now will foreign foes assail.
Pleasure never comes sincere to man; but lent by heaven upon hard usury.
Truth is the object of our understanding, as good is of our will; and the understanding can no more be delighted with a lie than the will can choose an apparent evil.
All things are subject to decay and when fate summons, monarchs must obey.
Death ends our woes, and the kind grave shuts up the mournful scene.
Time glides with undiscover'd haste; The future but a length behind the past.