Vain the ambition of kings Who seek by trophies and dead things To leave a living name behind, And weave but nets to catch the wind.
Woman to man Is either a God or a wolfe.
That realm is never long in quiet, where the ruler is a soldier.
The soul was never put in the body to stand still.
When a man's mind rides faster than his horse can gallop they quickly both tire.
Love mixed with fear is sweetness.