Virgil

Let not our proposal be disregarded on the score of our youth.

Passion and strife bow down the mind.

Is there any pleasure in anger? Yes, if the fire of my anger appeases the ashes of my friends.

Age carries all things away, even the mind.

All our sweetest hours fly fastest.

Trust not too much to appearances.

The descent to the infernal regions is easy enough, but to retrace one's steps, and reach the air above, there's the rub.

Do not yield to misfortunes, but advance more boldly to meet them, as your fortune permits you.

Not being untutored in suffering, I learn to pity those in affliction