Envy feeds on the living, after death it rests, then the honor of a man protects him.
Few people want the pleasures they are free to take.
There is something in omens.
If he did not succeed, he at least failed in a glorious undertaking.
When there is plenty of wine, sorrow and worry take wing.
Eurydice, dying now a second time, uttered no complaint against her husband. What was there to complain of, but that she had been loved?