For In Every Ill-turn Of Fortune The

In Every Kind Of Adversity, The Bitterest Part Of A Man's Affliction Is To Remember That He Once Was Happy.

He Who Is Virtuous Is Wise; And He Who Is Wise Is Good; And He Who Is Good Is Happy.

A Person Is An Individual Substance Of A Rational Nature.

I Who Once Wrote Songs With Keen Delight Am Now By Sorrow Driven To Take Up Melancholy Measures. Wounded Muses Tell Me What I Must Write, And Elegiac Verses Bathe My Face With Real Tears. Not Even Terror Could Drive From Me These Faithful Companions Of My Long Journey. Poetry, Which Was Once The Glory Of My Happy And Flourishing Youth, Is Still My Comfort In This Misery Of My Old Age.

Give Me Thy Light, And Fix My Eyes On Thee!