Pluck with quick hand the fruit that passes.
In an easy cause any man may be eloquent.
There is nothing in the whole world which abides. All things are in a state of ebb and flow, and every shadow passes away. Even time itself, like a river, is constantly gliding away .
The time will come when you will hate the sight of a mirror.
He who would not be idle, let him fall in love.
Whether you call my heart affectionate, or you call it womanish: I confess, that to my misfortune, it is soft.