Everything changes, nothing is lost.
Venus favors the bold.
Devouring Time and envious Age, all things yield to you; and with lingering death you destroy, step by step, with venomed tooth whatever you attack.
Our native soil draws all of us, by I know not what sweetness, and never allows us to forget.
Good hope is often beguiled by her own augury.
Very slight violence will break that which has once been cracked.