Love is not in our choice but in our fate. |
All things are subject to decay and when fate summons, monarchs must obey. |
Happy the man, and happy he alone, he who can call today his own; he who, secure within, can say, tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today. |
Only man clogs his happiness with care, destroying what is with thoughts of what may be. |
What passion cannot music raise and quell! |
Better shun the bait, than struggle in the snare. |
If you have lived, take thankfully the past. |
Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an ag |
Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an age. |
Love is love`s reward. |