“Beauty has wings, and too hastily flies,
And love, unrewarded, soon sickens and dies.”

“The vicious lover is the follower of earthly Love who desires the body rather than the soul; his heart is set on what is mutable and must therefore be inconstant. And as soon as the body he loves begins to pass the first flower of its beauty, he "spreads his wings and flies away," giving the lie to all his pretty speeches and dishonoring his vows, whereas the lover whose heart is touched by moral beauties is constant all his life, for he has become one with what will never fade.”

“On the wings of Time grief flies away.”

“Sadness flies away on the wings of time.”

“True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings.”

“Sadness flies on the wings of the morning, and out of the heart of darkness comes the light.”

“What is lovely never dies, but passes into other loveliness, star-dust, or sea-foam, flower or winged air.”

“and love is a word used
too much and
much
too soon.”

“Old hands soil, it seems, whatever they caress, but they too have their beauty when they are joined in prayer. Young hands were made for caresses and the sheathing of love. It is a pity to make them join too soon.”

“Trust not too much to that enchanting face;
Beauty's a charm, but soon the charm will pass.”
O formose puer, nimium ne crede colori.