My strength is as the strength of ten, because my heart is pure.
In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er, Like coarsest clothes against the cold
How many a father have I seen, A sober man, among his boys, Whose youth was full of foolish noise.
A simple maiden in her flower, Is worth a hundred coats of arms.
Man is man, and master of his fate.
A truth looks freshest in the fashions of the day.