Man proposes, God disposes.
It well becomes a young man to be modest.
He whom the Gods love dies young.
That least pleases us which is most urged on us.
It is only when we have lost them that we fully appreciate our blessings.
The gods confound the man who first found out How to distinguish hours! Confound him, too, Who in this place set up a sun-dial, To cut and hack my days so wretchedly Into small portions.