Gold is the key, whatever else we try; and that sweet metal aids the conqueror in every case, in love as well as war.
People are all alike in their promises. It is only in their deeds that they differ.
Without dance, a man can do nothing.
All extremes does perfect reason flee, And wishes to be wise quite soberly.
To live without loving is not really to live.
Cover that bosom that I must not see: souls are wounded by such things.