The present will not long endure.
The noblest of the elements is water
May God grant me love for that which has splendor; but in this time of my life let me strive for attainable things.
Unsung, the noblest deed will die.
Wrapt up in error is the human mind, And human bliss is ever insecure; Know we what fortune yet remains behind? Know we how long the present shall endure?
Finding that the middle condition of life is by far the happiest, I look with little favor upon that of princes.