Insignificant mortals, who are as leaves are, and now flourish and grow warm with life, and feed on what the ground gives, but then again fade away and are dead.
Even his griefs are a joy long after to one that remembers all that he wrought and endured.
Look at me! I'm a puffy pink cloud!
Words empty as the wind are best left unsaid.
True friends appear less moved than counterfeit.
A councilor ought not to sleep the whole night through, a man to whom the populace is entrusted, and who has many responsibilities.