Tears are at times as eloquent as words. [Weeping hath a voice.]

When I was from Cupid's passions free, my Muse was mute and wrote no elegy.

Thy destiny is only that of man, but thy aspirations may be those of a god.

That, which has not its alternation of rest, will not last long.

Novelty in all things is charming.

Whatever charm thou hast, be charming.

Wherever I look there is nothing but the image of death.