Sweet it is, when on the high seas the winds are lashing the waters, to gaze from the land on another's struggles.
And life is given to none freehold, but it is leasehold for all.
Out beyond our world there are, elsewhere, other assemblages of matter making other worlds. Ours is not the only one in air's embrace.
Life is one long struggle in the dark.
Mother of Aeneas, pleasure of men and gods. -Aeneadum genetrix, hominum divomque voluptas
What came from the earth returns back to the earth, and the spirit that was sent from heaven, again carried back, is received into the temple of heaven.