Gray Hairs Are Death's Blossoms.

The Mind Is The Eyesight Of The Soul.

Keep True To The Dreams Of Your Youth.

Sorrows Must Die With The Joys They Outnumber.

A Virtuous Name Is The Precious Only Good, For Which Queens And Peasants' Wives Must Contest Together.

O Tender Yearning, Sweet Hoping! The Golden Time Of First Love! The Eye Sees The Open Heaven, The Heart Is Intoxicated With Bliss; O That The Beautiful Time Of Young Love Could Remain Green Forever.