Less Shame A Greater Fault Would Palliate.

Often A Retrospect Delights The Mind.

No Sorrow Is Deeper Than The Remembrance Of Happiness When In Misery.

Pride, Envy, Avarice - These Are The Sparks Have Set On Fire The Hearts Of All Men.

Like The Lark That Soars In The Air, First Singing, Then Silent, Content With The Last Sweetness That Satiates It, Such Seemed To Me That Image, The Imprint Of The Eternal Pleasure.

Here Pity Only Lives When It Is Dead - Virgil