Rumor goes forth at once, Rumor than whom No other speedier evil thing exists; She thrives by rapid movement, and acquires Strength as she goes; small at the first from fear, She presently uplifts herself aloft, And stalks upon the ground and hides her head Among the clouds.

They can do all because they think they can.

Time bears away all things, even the mind.

Death twitches my ear. "Live," he says, "I am coming."

Death twitches my ear. "Live," he says; "I am coming."

We are not all able to do all things.

Even virtue is fairer in a fair body.

O you who have borne even heavier things, to these too, God will grant an end!

Is it then so sad a thing to die?

These passions of soul, these conflicts so fierce, will cease, and be repressed by the casting of a little dust.