These passions of soul, these conflicts so fierce, will cease, and be repressed by the casting of a little dust.

We are not all able to do all things.

Angels boast ethereal vigor, and are formed from seeds of heavenly birth.

They can conquer who believe they can.

Mantua gave me birth, Calabri snatched me away, now Parthenope holds me; I sang of shepherds, pastures, and heroes. -Mantua me genuit, Calabri rapuere, tenet nunc Parthenope, cecini pascua, rura, duces

All our sweetest hours fly fastest.

Each person, makes their own terrible passion their God.