I know and love the good, yet, ah! the worst pursue.
Alack our life, so beautiful to see, With how much ease life losest, in a day, What many years with pain and toil amassed!
A good death does honour to a whole life.
I saw the tracks of angels in the earth: the beauty of heaven walking by itself on the world.
Who naught suspects is easily deceived.
When the poet died his cat was put to death and mummified.