Nor dread nor hope attend a dying animal; a man awaits his end dreading and hoping all.

Everything in nature is resurrection.

Everything that man esteems Endures a moment or a day. Love's pleasure drives his love away, The painter's brush consumes his dreams.

I knew a phoenix in my youth, so let them have their day.

When I clamber to the heights of sleep, Or when I grow excited with wine, suddenly I meet your face.

One should not lose one's temper unless one is certain of getting more and more angry to the end.

What were all the world's alarms To mighty Paris when he found Sleep upon a golden bed That first dawn in Helen's arms?