Nor can one word be chang'd but for a worse.
Ah, good ol’ trustworthy beer. My love for you will never die.
No man or woman born, coward or brave, can shun his destiny.
But he whose inborn worth his acts commend, Of gentle soul, to human race a friend.
I would rather be a serf in a poor man's house and be above ground than reign among the dead.
If not yet lost to all the sense of shame.