For rarely man escapes his destiny.
When the devil grows old he turns hermit.
Cruelty ever proceeds from a vile mind, and often from a cowardly heart.
I regret not death. I am going to meet my friends in another world.
Man proposes, and God disposes.
Who seems most hideous when adorned the most.
Nature made him, and then broke the mold.
From heresy, frenzy and jealousy, good Lord deliver me.