Love Reckons Hours For Months, And Days

Ill News Is Wing'd With Fate, And Flies Apace.

Pleasure Never Comes Sincere To Man; But Lent By Heaven Upon Hard Usury.

Desire Of Greatness Is A Godlike Sin.

It Is Almost Impossible To Translate Verbally And Well At The Same Time; For The Latin (a Most Severe And Compendious Language) Often Expresses That In One Word Which Either The Barbarity Or The Narrowness Of Modern Tongues Cannot Supply In More. ...but Since Every Language Is So Full Of Its Own Proprieties That What Is Beautiful In One Is Often Barbarous, Nay, Sometimes Nonsense, In Another, It Would Be Unreasonable To Limit A Translator To The Narrow Compass Of His Author's Words; It Is Enough If He Choose Out Some Expression Which Does Not Vitiate The Sense.

Long Pains, With Use Of Bearing, Are Half Eased.