Posterity Weaves No Garlands For Imitators.

It Does Not Prove A Thing To Be Right Because The Majority Say It Is So.

Day's Lustrous Eyes Grow Heavy In Sweet Death.

Spring Flies, And With It All The Train It Leads; And Flowers, In Fading, Leave Us But Their Seeds.

Forgiveness Is The Divinest Of Victories.

Fear Of Death Is Worse Than Dying.