And life is given to none freehold, but it is leasehold for all.

Some species increase, others diminish, and in a short space the generations of living creatures are changed and, like runners, pass on the torch of life.

The dreadful fear of hell is to be driven out, which disturbs the life of man and renders it miserable, overcasting all things with the blackness of darkness, and leaving no pure, unalloyed pleasure.

Pleasant it to behold great encounters of warfare arrayed over the plains, with no part of yours in peril.

And part of the soil is called to wash away In storms and streams shave close and gnaw the rocks. Besides, whatever the earth feeds and grows Is restored to earth. And since she surely is The womb of all things and their common grave, Earth must dwindle, you see and take on growth again.

Victory puts us on a level with heaven.

From the midst of the very fountain of pleasure, something of bitterness arises to vex us in the flower of enjoyment.