In youth alone, unhappy mortals live; But, ah! the mighty bliss is fugitive: Discolour'd sickness, anxious labour, come, And age, and death's inexorable doom.
Each man is led by his own liking.
Angels boast ethereal vigor, and are formed from seeds of heavenly birth.
Even virtue is fairer when it appears in a beautiful person.
Persevere and preserve yourselves for better circumstances.
The hour is ripe, and yonder lies the way.