Evil is nourished and grows by concealment.
Hope on, and save yourself for prosperous times.
They are able because they think they are able.
Each man has his appointed day: short and irreparable in the brief life of all, but to extend our fame by our deeds, this is the work of mankind.
Enter on the way of training while the spirits in youth are still pliable.
You have endured worse things; God will grant an end even to these.
Fame hides her head among the clouds.
Love conquers all; let us surrender to Love.
Age carries all things away, even the mind.
Our fate, whatever it is to be, will be overcome by patience under it.
Perhaps one day this too will be pleasant to remember.
I too must attempt a way by which I can raise myself above the ground, and soar triumphant through the lips of men.