"Quam bene non timenti nil nisi triste times!"

"Neither can the wave that has passed by be recalled, nor the hour which has passed return again."

"Devouring Time and envious Age, all things yield to you; and with lingering death you destroy, step by step, with venomed tooth whatever you attack."

"I am the poet of the poor, because I was poor when I loved; since I could not give gifts, I gave words."

"Beauty's a fragile boon, and the years are quick to destroy it, Always diminished with time, never enduring too long."