Virtue, though clothed in a beggar's garb, commands respect.
To the fool-king belongs the world.
A sublime soul can rise to all kinds of greatness, but by an effort; it can tear itself from all bondage, to all that limits and constrains it, but only by strength of will. Consequently the sublime soul is only free by broken efforts.
There is a nobility in the world of manners.
Day's lustrous eyes grow heavy in sweet death.
Yes great people are always subject to persecution and always getting into straits.