Even kings but play; and when their part is done, some other, worse or better, mounts the throne.

But dying is a pleasure / When living is a pain.

Fame then was cheap, and the first comer sped; And they have kept it since by being dead.

Be secret and discreet; the fairy favors are lost when not concealed.

And love's the noblest frailty of the mind.

Bold knaves thrive without one grain of sense, But good men starve for want of impudence.

War is the trade of kings.