The paths of virtue, though seldom those of worldly greatness, are always those of pleasantness and peace.
And better had they ne'er been born, Who read to doubt, or read to scorn.
Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above: For love is heaven, and heaven is love.
A few drops sprinkled on the torch of love make the flame blaze the brighter.
come he slow or come he fast it is but death that comes at last
As long as the Fates permit, live cheerfully.