Imperceptibly the hours glide on, and beguile us as they pass.
Love is a credulous thing.
Love is no assignment for cowards.
The punishment can be remitted; the crime is everlasting.
Jupiter from on high smiles at the perjuries of lovers.
The high-spirited man may indeed die, but he will not stoop to meanness. Fire, though it may be quenched, will not become cool.