What a thing friendship is - World without end.

'Tis well averred, A scientific faith's absurd.

The aim, if reached or not, makes great the life: Try to be Shakespeare, leave the rest to fate!

Since there my past life lies, why alter it?

Italy, my Italy! Queen Mary's saying serves for me (When fortune's malice Lost her Calais): "Open my heart, and you will see Graved inside of it 'Italy.'"

I trust in nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant and autumn garner to the end of time.

The only fault's with time; All men become good creatures: but so slow!