Fortune resists half-hearted prayers.
We have ploughed the vast ocean in a fragile bark.
Winged time glides on insensibly, and deceive us; and there is nothing more fleeting than years.
Pursuits become habits.
A broken fortune is like a falling column; the lower it sinks, the greater weight it has to sustain.
If he did not succeed, he at least failed in a glorious undertaking.