As night the life-inclining stars best shows, So lives obscure the starriest souls disclose.
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.
Be free all worthy spirits, and stretch yourselves, for greatness and for height.
Love is Natures second sun.
Fate's such a shrewish thing.
Blood, though it sleep a time, yet never dies. The gods on murtherers fix revengeful eyes.