Gutta cavat lapidem, non vi sed saepe cadendo. (The drop excavates the stone, not with force but by falling often.)

Few love what they may have.

The punishment can be remitted; the crime is everlasting.

That tuneful nymph, the babbling Echo.

Time, motion and wine cause sleep.

There is a divinity within our breast.

When the character's right, looks are a greater delight.