There is a strength in the even of very sorry men
Of all creatures that breathe and move upon the earth, nothing is bred that is weaker than man.
For never, never, wicked man was wise.
There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the loverโs whisper, irresistibleโmagic to make the sanest man go mad.
The ugliest man was he who came to Troy; with squinting eyes and one distorted foot.
[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 โ it drives the man to dancing... it even tempts him to blurt out stories better never told.