Anger makes us strong, Blind and impatient, And it leads us wrong; The strength is quickly lost; We feel the error long.
Hence, in these times, untouch'd the pages lie, And slumber out their immortality.
A sly old fish, too cunning for the hook.
The game is never lost till won.
Let's learn to live, for we must die alone.
Better to love amiss than nothing to have loved.