Nothing mortal is enduring, and there is nothing sweet which does not presently end in bitterness.

I have taken pride in others, never in myself.

A good death does honour to a whole life.

Hope is incredible to the slave of grief.

What name to call thee by, O virgin fair, I know not, for thy looks are not of earth And more than mortal seems thy countenances

How quick the old woe follows a little bliss!

Wanting is not enough, long and you attain it.