O you who have borne even heavier things, to these too, God will grant an end!
Love conquers all; therefore, let us submit to love.
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.
He is fortunate who had been able to learn the causes of things. -Felix qui potuit rerum cognoscere causas
Impotent fury rages powerless and to no purpose.
Curst greed of gold, what crimes thy tyrant power has caused.