Bets at first were fool-traps, where the wise like spiders lay in ambush for the flies.
War is the trade of kings.
Lucky men are favorites of Heaven.
Never was patriot yet, but was a fool.
I strongly wish for what I faintly hope; like the daydreams of melancholy men, I think and think in things impossible, yet love to wander in that golden maze.
To die is landing on some distant shore.