Drinking is the soldier's pleasure.
Seas are the fields of combat for the winds; but when they sweep along some flowery coast, their wings move mildly, and their rage is lost.
When beauty fires the blood, how love exalts the mind!
She, though in full-blown flower of glorious beauty, Grows cold even in the summer of her age.
The bravest men are subject most to chance.
Genius must be born, and never can be taught.