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.
And plenty makes us poor.
War is the trade of Kings.
Boldness is a mask for fear, however great.
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.
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.
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!
Fortune befriends the bold.
But love's a malady without a cure.
Pains of love be sweeter far than all other pleasures are.
Words are but pictures of our thoughts.
Stiff in opinion always in the wrong.
Reason is a crutch for age, but youth is strong enough to walk alone.
Beware the fury of a patient man.
Ill habits gather unseen degrees, as brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.
The intoxication of anger, like that of the grape, shows us to others, but hides us from ourselves.
We first make our habits, then our habits make us.
Forgiveness to the injured does belong but they ne'er pardon who have done wrong.