Dancing is as old as love.
The world is fleeting; all things pass away; Or is it we that pass and they that stay?
Avarice is a cursed vice: offer a man enough gold, and he will part with his own small hoard of food, however great his hunger.
Now that I know what I want, I don't have to hold on to it quite so much.
Everybody dies. Some just need a little help.
It is not lawful or proper for you to know everything.