Justice is the soul of the universe.
I wonder what the vintners buy one half so precious as the stuff they sell.
The Revelations of Devout and Learn'd Who rose before us, and as Prophets burn'd, Are all but Stories, which, awoke from Sleep They told their comrades, and to Sleep return'd.
I came like Water, and like Wind I go.
My friend, let's not think of tomorrow, but let's enjoy this fleeting moment of life.
Alas, that Spring should vanish with the Rose! That Youths sweet-scented Manuscript should close!