A minute's success pays the failure of years.
All June I bound the rose in sheaves, Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves.
Ambition is not what man does... but what man would do.
Mothers, wives and maids, These be the tools with which priests manage men.
Who hears music feels his solitude peopled at once.
Generations pass while some tree stands, and old families last not three oaks.