Nothing is too high for the daring of mortals: we storm heaven itself in our folly.
Every old poem is sacred.
He will be beloved when he is no more.
Wherever the storm carries me, I go a willing guest.
Come, let us take a lesson from our forefathers, and enjoy the Christmas holyday.
The covetous person is full of fear; and he or she who lives in fear will ever be a slave.