For though I am a body of this earth, my firm desire is born from the stars.
He loves but lightly who his love can tell.
All pleasure in the world is a passing dream.
Life in itself is short enough, but the physicians with their art, know to their amusement, how to make it still shorter.
Hope is incredible to the slave of grief.
Hitherto your eyes have been darkened and you have looked too much, yes, far too much, upon the things of earth. If these so much delight you what shall be your rapture when you lift your gaze to things eternal!