The storm is master. Man, as a ball, is tossed twixt winds and billows.
There is more to life than just existing and having a pleasant time.
Joy all creatures drink At nature's bosoms.
Satisfied if they themselves can escape from the hard labour of thought, they willingly abandon to others the guardianship of their thoughts.
Will it, and set to work briskly.
You saw his weakness, and he will never forgive you.