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.

People are able because they think they're able

We may be masters of our every lot By bearing it.

What region of the earth is not full of our calamities?

You, Roman, remember to rule peoples with your power. -Tu regere imperio populos, Romane, memento

Consider what each soil will bear, and what each refuses

The cursed hunger for gold. -Auri sacra fames