While mantling on the maiden's cheek Young roses kindled into thought.
And soon, too soon, we part with pain, To sail o'er silent seas again.
Finding the right work is like discovering your own soul in the world.
Like ships that have gone down at sea, when heaven was all tranquillity.
The heart that has truly loved never forgets But as truly loves on to the close.
A pretty wife is something for the fastidious vanity of a rougue to retire upon.
And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers is always the first to be touch'd by the thorns.
All that's bright must fade, The brightest still the fleetest; All that's sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest.
Study until twenty-five, investigation until forty, profession until sixty, at which age I would have him retired on a double allowance.
We can only approach the gods through poetry, and if disease is the disguise of the gods, then our medicine will have to be full of art and image.