If he should love deny him what he loves!
In our play we reveal what kind of people we are.
The love of fame puts spurs to the mind
Sleep, nature's rest, divine tranquility, That brings peace to the mind.
It is hope which makes the shipwrecked sailor strike out with his arms in the midst of the sea, though no land is in sight.
I am the poet of the poor, because I was poor when I loved; since I could not give gifts, I gave words.