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.

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.

Be slow to resolve, but quick in performance.

Forgiveness to the injured does belong; but they ne'er pardon who have done wrong.

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

Seek not to know what must not be reveal, for joy only flows where fate is most concealed. A busy person would find their sorrows much more; if future fortunes were known before!

Fortune's unjust; she ruins oft the brave, and him who should be victor, makes the slave.