Winged time glides on insensibly, and deceive us; and there is nothing more fleeting than years.
In our play we reveal what kind of people we are.
Dear to girls' hearts is their own beauty.
When the lightning strikes but one, not one only does it terrify.
Venus is kind to creatures as young as we;We know not what we do, and while we're youngWe have the right to live and love like gods.
We suffer by our proximity. [Who get a blow intended for another.]