Let ancient times delight other folk, I rejoice that I was not born till now.

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.

Fools laugh at the Latin language. -Rident stolidi verba Latina

That tuneful nymph, the babbling Echo.

There are a thousand forms of evil; there will be a thousand remedies.

Endure and persist; this pain will turn to good by and by.

Let the man who does not wish to be idle, fall in love.