And beauty immortal awakes from the tomb.

quip that his father believes himself to be immortal.

At the close of the day when the hamlet is still, and mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove, when naught but the torrent is heard on the hill, and naught but the nightingale's song in the grove.

At the close of the day when the hamlet is still, and mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove, when naught but the torrent is heard on the hill, and naught but the nightingale's song in the grove.

He thought as a sage, though he felt like a man.

In every age and every man there is something to praise as well as to blame.