Praise is deeper than the lips
A man in armor is his armor's slave.
The best way to excape his ire Is, not to seem too happy.
Generations pass while some tree stands, and old families last not three oaks.
We mortals cross the ocean of this world Each in his average cabin of a life; The bests not big, the worst yields elbowroom.
The curious crime, the fine Felicity and flower of wickedness.