While three men hold together, the kingdoms are less by three.

We are not sure of sorrow, And joy was never sure; Today will die tomorrow; Time stoops to no man's lure.

Time stoops to no man's lure.

A young man with a very good past. [Fr., Un jeune homme d'un bien beau passe.]

When fate has allowed to any man more than one great gift, accident or necessity seems usually to contrive that one shall encumber and impede the other.

Before the beginning of years There came to the making of man Time with a gift of tears, Grief with a glass that ran .

The loves and hours of the life of a man, They are swift and sad, being born of the sea.