Oh Rage! Oh Despair! Oh Age, My

A Liar Is Always Lavish Of Oaths.

He Should Be Envied Who When His Strength Is Spent Lays Down His Life. Old Age Reserves A Melancholy Fate For Noble Souls Before Their Life Is Done.

This Dark Brightness That Falls From The Stars.

Heaven Often Regulates Effects By Their Causes, And Pays The Wicked What They Have Deserved.

As For Our Gods, We Have A Few Too Many To Be True.