How fortune brings to earth the over-sure!

The end of doubt is the beginning of repose.

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!

Books have led some to learning and others to madness.

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.

For though I am a body of this earth, my firm desire is born from the stars.