Alas! the fleeting years, how they roll on!
There are calumnies against which even innocence loses courage.
There is a fault common to all singers. When they're among friends and are asked to sing they don't want to, and when they're not asked to sing they never stop.
Surely oak and threefold brass surrounded his heart who first trusted a frail vessel to the merciless ocean.
Let Apella the Jew believe it.
Luck cannot change birth.