Stand still, true poet that you are! I know you; let me try and draw you. Some night you'll fail us: when afar You rise, remember one man saw you, Knew you, and named a star!

A minute's success pays the failure of years.

What's a man's age? He must hurry more, that's all; Cram in a day, what his youth took a year to hold.

Love is the energy of life.

Though Rome's gross yoke Drops off, no more to be endured, Her teaching is not so obscured By errors and perversities, That no truth shines athwart the lies.

The sea heaves up, hangs loaded o'er the land, Breaks there, and buries its tumultuous strength.

Man seeks his own good at the whole world's cost.