It is not lawful or proper for you to know everything.
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.
Dancing is as old as love.
I'll be reading books until the next challenger arrives. That will calm my nerves, so that I may deal with all situations without panicking.
The lips are closed, for the dancer has plenty of other voices at his service.
The subject matter is autobiographical, it's all to do with hope and memory and sensuality and involvement, really.