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 .
A short absence is the safest.
Love's dominion, like a kings, admits of no partition.
When I was from Cupid's passions free, my Muse was mute and wrote no elegy.
Sleep, nature's rest, divine tranquility, That brings peace to the mind.
Love is a credulous thing.