Virtue is health, vice is sickness.

Reality is always the foe of famous names.

Who naught suspects is easily deceived.

I desire that death find me ready and writing, or if it please Christ, praying and intears.

Life in itself is short enough, but the physicians with their art, know to their amusement, how to make it still shorter.

From thought to thought, from mountain peak to mountain. Love leads me on; for I can never still My trouble on the world's well beaten ways.

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