The eyes of men love to pluck the blossoms from the faded flowers they turn away.
Go then if you must, but remember, no matter how foolish your deeds, those who love you will love you still.
Time is a kindly God.
What greater ornament to a son than a father's glory, or to a father than a son's honorable conduct?
It is better not to live at all than to live disgraced.
Hide nothing, for time, which sees all and hears all, exposes all.