The tyrant is a child of Pride Who drinks from his sickening cup Recklessness and vanity, Until from his high crest headlong He plummets to the dust of hope.

From suffering that has been/ Decreed no man will ever find escape

When people fall in deep distress, their native sense departs.

Love is like ice in the hands of children.

To be doing good deeds is man's most glorious task.

A fearful man is always hearing things.

Man is not constituted to take pleasure in the same things always.