Devouring Time and envious Age, all things yield to you; and with lingering death you destroy, step by step, with venomed tooth whatever you attack.
This victory will be your I ruin.
Love and dignity cannot share the same abode.
Grief is put to flight and assuaged by generous draughts.
Imperceptibly the hours glide on, and beguile us as they pass.
There is no such thing as pure pleasure; some anxiety always goes with it.