Since luck's a nine days' wonder, wait their end.
High honors are sweet To a man's heart, but ever They stand close to the brink of grief.
Your worst enemy Becomes your best friend, once he's underground.
We look for good on earth and cannot recognize it when met.
That glittering hope is immemorial and beckons many men to their undoing.
To persevere, trusting in what hopes he has, is courage in a man.