As life runs on, the road grows strange with faces new -- and near the >>
Truth, after all, wears a different face to everybody, and it would be >>
The foolish and the dead never change their opinions. >>
Youth, abundant wealth, high birth, and inexperience, are, each of the >>
Youth, with swift feet, walks onward in the way; the land of joy lies >>
Those whom the gods love grow young. >>
If youth be a defect, it is one that we outgrow only too soon.