The man who fights for his ideals is alive.

The wounds received in battle bestow honor, they do not take it away.

Fortune may have yet a better success in reserve for you and they who lose today may win tomorrow.

Fair and softly goes far.

Soul of fibre and heart of oak.

Too much sanity may be madness!

Poesy is a beauteous damsel, chaste, honourable, discreet, witty, retired, and who keeps herself within the limits of propriety. She is a friend of solitude; fountains entertain her, meadows console her, woods free her from ennui, flowers delight her; in short, she gives pleasure and instruction to all with whom she communicates.