The burden which is well borne becomes light.
We are ever striving after what is forbidden, and coveting what is denied us.
As wave is driven by wave And each, pursued, pursues the wave ahead, So time flies on and follows, flies, and follows, Always, for ever and new. What was before Is left behind; what never was is now; And every passing moment is renewed.
For such a career I lacked both endurance and inclination: the stress of ambition left me cold, while the Muse, the creative spirit, was forever urging on me that haven of leisure to which I’d always leaned. The poets of those days I cultivated and cherished: for me, bards were so many gods.
In the make-up of human beings, intelligence counts for more than our hands, and that is our true strength.
Neither can the wave that has passed by be recalled, nor the hour which has passed return again.
The prayers of cowards fortune spurns.
Whether you call my heart affectionate, or you call it womanish: I confess, that to my misfortune, it is soft.
