That fair face will as years roll on lose its beauty, and old age will bring its wrinkles to the brow.

Fortune and love favor the brave.

Thus all things altered. Nothing dies. And here and there the unbodied spirit flies.

The act is judged of by the event.

There is no excellency without difficulty.

We hate the hawk because he ever lives in battle.

Thus I am not able to exist either with you or without you; and I seem not to know my own wishes.