He is a perpetual fountain of good sense.
Be secret and discreet; the fairy favors are lost when not concealed.
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.
Happy, happy, happy pair! None but the brave deserves the fair.
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.
Lucky men are favorites of Heaven.