Alas, how right the ancient saying is: We, who are old, are nothing else but noise And shape. Like mimicries of dreams we go, And have no wits, although we think us wise.

It would not be better if men got what they wanted.

To a father growing old nothing is dearer than a daughter.

Enjoy yourself, drink, call the life you live today your own; but only that, the rest belongs to chance.

Down on your knees, and thank heaven, fasting, for a good man's love.

One loyal friend is worth ten thousand relatives.

When someone isn't seen for a long time, Well, folk soon begin to imagine the worst.