Joys do not stay, but take wing and fly away.
Red-haired, black-lipped, club-footed, and blink-eyed; if you're a good man, you're a wonder!
Some good, some so-so, and lots plain bad: that's how a book of poems is made, my Friend.
Short is the life of those who possess great accomplishments, and seldom do they reach a good old age. Whatever thou lovest, pray that thou mayest not set too high a value on it.
Birdes of a feather will flocke togither.
Neither fear your death's day nor long for it.