First you don't want me to get the pony, then you want me to take it back. Make up your mind!
By their own follies they perished, the fools.
Yet, taught by time, my heart has learned to glow for other's good, and melt at other's woe.
[I]t is the wine that leads me on, the wild wine that sets the wisest man to sing at the top of his lungs, laugh like a fool – it drives the man to dancing... it even tempts him to blurt out stories better never told.
Better to flee from death than feel its grip.
O Friends, be men, and let your hearts be strong And let no warrior in the heat of fight, Do what may bring him shame in others' eyes