Fool that I was, upon my eagle's wings I bore this wren, till I was tired with soaring, and now he mounts above me.
Fowls, by winter forced, forsake the floods, and wing their hasty flight to happier lands.
Not to ask is not be denied.
Woman's honor is nice as ermine; it will not bear a soil.
Mighty things from small beginnings grow.
Zeal, the blind conductor of the will.