All things are subject to decay and when fate summons, monarchs must obey.
Only man clogs his happiness with care, destroying what is with thoughts of what may be.
Fool that I was, upon my eagle’s wings I bore this wren, till I was tired with soaring, and now he mounts above me.
Dancing is the poetry of the foot.
Time, place, and action may with pains be wrought, but genius must be born; and never can be taught.
It is madness to make fortune the mistress of events, because by herself she is nothing and is ruled by prudence.
A knock-down argument; ’tis but a word and a blow.
Seek not to know what must not be reveal, for joy only flows where fate is most concealed. A busy person would find their sorrows much more; if future fortunes were known before!
Great wits are sure to madness near allied, and thin partitions do their bounds divide.
Reason is a crutch for age, but youth is strong enough to walk alone.