Who will adhere to him that abandons himself?
Woman was formed to admire; man to be admirable. His are the glories of the sun at noonday; hers the softened splendors of the midnight moon.
Whether your time calls you to live or die, do both like a prince.
A noble heart, like the sun, showeth its greatest countenance in its lowest estate.
As well the soldier dieth who standeth still as he that gives the bravest onset.
Remember that in all miseries lamenting becomes fools, and action, wise folk.