Love is a thing full of anxious fears.
Sleep ... peace of the soul, who puttest care to flight.
There is nothing in the whole world which abides. All things are in a state of ebb and flow, and every shadow passes away. Even time itself, like a river, is constantly gliding away .
Pleasant words are the food of love.
I flee who chases me and chase who flees me.
A good disposition is a virtue in itself, and it is lasting; the burden of the years cannot depress it, and love that is founded on it endures to the end.