Wanting Is Not Enough, Long And You

Alack Our Life, So Beautiful To See, With How Much Ease Life Losest, In A Day, What Many Years With Pain And Toil Amassed!

The End Of Doubt Is The Beginning Of Repose.

All Pleasure In The World Is A Passing Dream.

The Aged Love What Is Practical While Impetuous Youth Longs Only For What Is Dazzling.

Nothing Mortal Is Enduring, And There Is Nothing Sweet Which Does Not Presently End In Bitterness.