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.

The wise with hope support the pains of life.

Whom the gods destroy, they first make mad.

Reason can wrestle and overthrow terror.

In goodness there are all kinds of wisdom.

Those whom God wishes to destroy, he first makes mad.

Time will explain it all. He is a talker, and needs no questioning before he speaks.