I looked back at the summit of the mountain, which seemed but a cubit high in comparison with the height of human contemplation, were in not too often merged in the corruptions of the earth.

Love is the crowning grace of humanity, the holiest right of the soul, the golden link which binds us to duty and truth, the redeeming principle that chiefly reconciles the heart to life, and is prophetic of eternal good.

Love is the crowning grace of humanity.

Where are the numerous constructions erected by Agrippa, of which only the Pantheon remains? Where are the splendorous palaces of the emperors?

Alack our life, so beautiful to see, With how much ease life losest, in a day, What many years with pain and toil amassed!

Continued work and application form my soul's nourishment. So soon as I commenced to rest and relax I should cease to live.

For virtue only finds eternal Fame.