Boldness is a mask for fear, however great.
All, as they say, that glitters is not gold.
Bacchus ever fair and young, Drinking joys did first ordain. Bachus's blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure, Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure- Sweet is pleasure after pain.
They say everything in the world is good for something.
Content with poverty, my soul I arm; And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.
All things are subject to decay and when fate summons, monarchs must obey.