The glow of inspiration warms us; it is a holy rapture.

Chastity, once lost, cannot be recalled; it goes only once.

The glow of inspiration warms us; this holy rapture springs from the seeds of the Divine mind sown in man.

Ere land and sea and the all-covering sky Were made, in the whole world the countenance Of nature was the same, all one, well named Chaos, a raw and undivided mass, Naught but a lifeless bulk, with warring seeds Of ill-joined elements compressed together.

All human things hang on a slender thread, the strongest fall with a sudden crash.

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.

Imperceptibly the hours glide on, and beguile us as they pass.