To rankling poison hast thou turned in me the milk of human kindness.
As inclination changes, thus ebbs and flows the unstable tide of public judgment.
The game of life looks cheerful when one carries a treasure safe in his heart.
We are too prone to find fault; let us look for some of the perfections.
Men show no mercy and expect no mercy, when honor calls, or when they fight for their idols or their gods.
Only the soldier is a free man, because he can look death in the face.