What's a man's age? He must hurry more, that's all; Cram in a day, what his youth took a year to hold.
What joy is better than the news of friends?
Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!
Be sure that God Ne'er dooms to waste the strength he deigns impart.
When I love most, love is disguised. In hate; and when hate is surprised, in love, then I hate most.
Good strong thick stupefying incense-smoke!