Love is love's reward.
All things are subject to decay and when fate summons, monarchs must obey.
Dancing is the poetry of the foot.
Seek not to know what must not be reveal, for joy only flows where fate is most concealed. A busy person would find their sorrows much more if future fortunes were known before!
Happy the man, and happy he alone, he who can call today his own he who, secure within, can say, tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.
Reason is a crutch for age, but youth is strong enough to walk alone.
War is the trade of Kings.
And plenty makes us poor.
Pains of love be sweeter far than all other pleasures are.
Boldness is a mask for fear, however great.
Words are but pictures of our thoughts.
Fortune befriends the bold.
I'm a little wounded but I am not slain I will lay me down to bleed a while. Then I'll rise and fight again.
Ill habits gather unseen degrees, as brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.
Stiff in opinion always in the wrong.
Beware the fury of a patient man.
The intoxication of anger, like that of the grape, shows us to others, but hides us from ourselves.
It is a madness to make fortune the mistress of events because in herself she is nothing but is ruled by prudence.
But love's a malady without a cure.
Forgiveness to the injured does belong but they ne'er pardon who have done wrong.