How easy 'tis, when Destiny proves kind, With full-spread sails to run before the wind!
It is a madness to make fortune the mistress of events, because in herself she is nothing, can rule nothing, but is ruled by prudence.
New vows to plight, and plighted vows to break.
Men are but children of a larger growth.
I'm a little wounded, but I am not slain; I will lay me down to bleed a while. Then I'll rise and fight again.
Joy rul'd the day, and Love the night.