All things change, nothing is extinguished. There is nothing in the whole world which is permanent. Everything flows onward; all things are brought into being with a changing nature; the ages themselves glide by in constant movement.
It is ill to marry in the month of May.
It is a kingly act to help the fallen.
When a rose dies, a thorn is left behind.
Tis you, alone, can save, or give my doom.
For in this strange anatomy we wear, the head has greater powers than the hand; the spirit, heart, and mind are over all.