His descent was like nightfall.

Even were sleep is concerned, too much is a bad thing.

Be still my heart; thou hast known worse than this.

There is not any advantage to be won from grim lamentation.

The single best augury is to fight for one's country.

Close to the Gates a spacious Garden lies, From the Storms defended and inclement Skies; Four Acres was the allotted Space of Ground, Fenc'd with a green Enclosure all around. Tall thriving Trees confessed the fruitful Mold: The reddening Apple ripens here to Gold, Here the blue Fig with luscious Juice overflows, With deeper Red the full Pomegranate glows, The Branch here bends beneath the weighty Pear, And verdant Olives flourish round the Year.

Oall the creatures that creep and breathe on earth, there is none more wretched than man.