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.
Love, and a cough, are not concealed.
Wherever I look there is nothing but the image of death.
It's a kindness that the mind can go where it wishes.
Friendship is but a name; fidelity but an empty name.
What ignorance there is in human minds.