Stronger than lover's love is lover's hate. Incurable, in each, the wounds they make.
The wavering mind is but a base possession.
The mob gets out of hand, runs wild, worse than raging fire, while the man who stands apart is called a coward.
The divine power moves with difficulty, but at the same time surely.
Where there are two, one cannot be wretched, and one not.
I envy that man who passes through life safely, to the world and fame unknown.