Great is the height I just scale, but the prospect of glory gives me strength.

That death is best which comes appropriately at a ripe age.

Even if my strength should fail, my daring will win me praise: in might enterprises even the will to succeed is enough.

There is something beyond the grave; death does not end all, and the pale ghost escapes from the vanquished pyre.

Every man now worships gold, all other reverence being done away.

Love is fostered by confidence and constancy; he who is able to give much is able also to love much.

Faith is not sure, if you cannot turn love to quarrel; may my enemies obtain a mild mistress.