Time itself flows on with constant motion, just like a river: for no more than a river can the fleeting hour stand still. As wave is driven on by wave, and, itself pursued, pursues the one before, so the moments of time at once flee and follow, and are ever new.

Nothing is swifter than our years.

There is a deity within us who breathes that divine fire by which we are animated.

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

Love's dominion, like a kings, admits of no partition.

There is nothing constant in the universe. All ebb and flow, and every shape that's born, bears in its womb the seeds of change.

Majesty and love do not well agree, nor do they live together.