Love is Natures second sun.
I will neither yield to the song of the siren nor the voice of the hyena, the tears of the crocodile nor the howling of the wolf.
There is a nick in Fortune's restless wheel For each man's good.
Enough 's as good as a feast.
Tis immortality to die aspiring, As if a man were taken quick to heaven.
Danger, the spur of all great minds.