Everyone wishes that the man whom he fears would perish.
Beauty is a frail good.
Love is a credulous thing.
Misfortunes often sharpen the genius.
Lente, lente currite, noctis equi. Translation: Run slowly, slowly, horses of the night.
Adde, quod ingรฉnues didicisse fideliter artes Emollit mores, nec sinit esse fervos. To be instructed in the arts, softens the manners and makes men gentle.