An evil life is a kind of death.
Time glides away and as we get older through the noiseless years; the days flee and are restrained by no reign.
Wherever I look there is nothing but the image of death.
Everyone wishes that the man whom he fears would perish.
If you give up your quiet life, the bow of Cupid will lose its power.
Judgement of beauty can err, what with the wine and the dark.