That fair face will as years roll on lose its beauty, and old age will bring its wrinkles to the brow.

Our native land attracts us with some mysterious charm, never to be forgotten.

Occupy yourself, and you will be out of harm's way.

No thanks attach to a kindness long deferred.

No herb can remedy the anguish of love.

Neither shall the wave, which has passed on, ever be recalled; nor can the hour, which has once fled by, return again.