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.

He made all countries where he came his own.

But love's a malady without a cure.

Let grace and goodness be the principal loadstone of thy affections.

I feel my sinews slackened with the fright, and a cold sweat trills down all over my limbs, as if I were dissolving into water.

All things are subject to decay and when fate summons, monarchs must obey.

Keen appetite And quick digestion wait on you and yours.