Wherever I look there is nothing but the image of death.
It warms the blood, adds luster to the eyes, and wine and love have ever been allies.
Let love give way to business; give attention to business and you will be safe.
The good of other times let people state; I think it lucky I was born so late.
Those things that nature denied to human sight, she revealed to the eyes of the soul.
Tempus edax rerum. Time the devourer of everything.