Every bird that upwards swings Bears the Cross upon its wings.
The swan murmurs sweet strains with a flattering tongue, itself the singer of its own dirge.
Tomorrow's life is too late. Live today.
You are sad in the midst of every blessing. Take care that Fortune does not observe--or she will call you ungrateful.
Wish to be what you are, and wish for no other position.
Our days pass by, and are scored against us.