Roused by the lash of his own stubborn tail our lion now will foreign foes assail.
Either be wholly slaves or wholly free.
They say everything in the world is good for something.
Let Fortune empty her whole quiver on me, I have a soul that, like an ample shield, Can take in all, and verge enough for more; Fate was not mine, nor am I Fate's: Souls know no conquerors.
Joy rul'd the day, and Love the night.
That gloomy outside, like a rusty chest, contains the shoring treasure of a soul resolved and brave.