Pleasure is oft a visitant; but pain Clings cruelly to us.

To stay youthful, stay useful.

Faded the flower and all its budded charms,Faded the sight of beauty from my eyes,Faded the shape of beauty from my arms,Faded the voice, warmth, whiteness, paradise!Vanishd unseasonably

I have so much of you in my heart.

To bear all naked truths, And to envisage circumstance, all calm, That is the top of sovereignty

Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?

Four seasons fill the measure of the year; there are four seasons in the minds of men.