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

Although the power is lacking, the will is commendable.

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 thousand ills require a thousand cures.

Nations and empires flourish and decay, By turns command, and in their turns obey.

When disposition wins us, the features please.

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