Forbear to lay the guilt of a few on the many.
There is nothing constant in the universe. All ebb and flow, and every shape that's born, bears in its womb the seeds of change.
It is some alleviation to ills we cannot cure to speak of them.
If you give up your quiet life, the bow of Cupid will lose its power.
It is some relief to weep; grief is satisfied and carried off by tears.
There is a deity within us who breathes that divine fire by which we are animated.