Lady, the sun's light to our eyes is dear, And fair the tranquil reaches of the sea, And flowery earth in May, and bounding waters; And so right many fair things I might praise; Yet nothing is so radiant and so fair As for souls childless, with desire sore-smitten, To see the light of babes about the house.

When good men die their goodness does not perish.

The day is for honest men, the night for thieves.

Happiness is brief. It will not stay. God batters at its sails.

This is sweet to see your foe, perish and pay to justice all he owes.

If there are none [gods], All our toil is without meaning.

Bodies devoid of mind are as statues in the market place.