No one is born without vices, and he is the best man who is encumbered with the least.
There is no retracing our steps.
The Cadiz tribe, not used to bearing our yoke.
Ah Fortune, what god is more cruel to us than thou! How thou delightest ever to make sport of human life!
When your throat is parched with thirst, do you desire a cup of gold?
Twixt hope and fear, anxiety and anger.