O Human Race, Born To

My Soul Tasted That Heavenly Food, Which Gives New Appetite While It Satiates.

Abandon Every Hope, You Who Enter.

Love Insists The Loved Loves Back

The Wisest Are The Most Annoyed At The Loss Of Time.

All Your Renown Is Like The Summer Flower That Blooms And Dies; Because The Sunny Glow Which Brings It Forth, Soon Slays With Parching Power.