Destroy our leisure and you break love's bow.
You put aside the work that's done, and seek some work to do.
When the lightning strikes but one, not one only does it terrify.
The man who falls in love chill find plenty of occupation.
The prayers of cowards fortune spurns.
The high-spirited man may indeed die, but he will not stoop to meanness. Fire, though it may be quenched, will not become cool.