'Twas but my tongue, 'twas not my soul that swore.
I loathe a friend whose gratitude grows old, a friend who takes his friend's prosperity but will not voyage with him in his grief
The wise with hope support the pains of life.
Prepare yourselves for the roaring voice of the God of Joy!
The bold are helpless without cleverness.
He was a wise man who originated the idea of God.