Love is a boaster at heart, who cannot hide the stolen horse without giving a glimpse of the bridle.
I thought, There goes my lord, whom I was born to follow. I have found a King. And, I said to myself, looking after him as he walked away, I will have him, if I die for it.
Longing performs all things
Often beauty grows dull or common when speech breaks the mask.
There is nothing like despair to make one throw oneself upon the gods.
But courage without conduct is the virtue of a robber, or a tyrant.