He will be the last to discover the disgrace of his house.
The short bloom of our brief and narrow life flies fast away. While we are calling for flowers and wine and women, old age is upon us.
Rarely do we meet in one combined, a beauteous body and a virtuous mind.
Conscience, the executioner, shaking her secret scourge.
Nature, in giving tears to man, confessed that he Had a tender heart; this is our noblest quality.
The greatest respect is owed to a child.