Oh, sweet youth, how soon it fades!
Sweet joys of youth, how fleeting!

Oh, sweet youth, how soon it fades!
Sweet joys of youth, how fleeting!

Fine words dresse ill deedes.

Fine words dresse ill deedes.

Sweet to the father is his first-born's birth!

Sweet to the father is his first-born's birth!

I sit within a helmless bark.

I sit within a helmless bark.

A woman sometimes scorns what best contents her.

A woman sometimes scorns what best contents her.

I am not what I once was.
[Lat., Non sum qualis eram.]

I am not what I once was.
[Lat., Non sum qualis eram.]

In grasping at uncertainties we lost that which is certain.

In grasping at uncertainties we lost that which is certain.

Every picture tells a story.

Every picture tells a story.

Knowledge is power.

Knowledge is power.