Time Conquers All, And We Must Time

Nor Fame I Slight, Nor Her Favors Call.

When I Die, I Should Be Ashamed To Leave Enough To Build Me A Monument If There Were A Wanting Friend Above Ground. I Would Enjoy The Pleasure Of What I Give By Giving It Alive And Seeing Another Enjoy It.

Ladies, Like Variegated Tulips, Show 'tis To Their Changes Half Their Charms We Owe.

Art Still Followed Where Rome's Eagles Flew.

To Err Is Human; To Forgive, Divine.