They can do all because they think they can.

I will be gone from here and sing my songs/ In the forest wilderness where the wild beasts are,/ And carve in letters on the little trees/ The story of my love, and as the trees/ Will grow letters too will grow, to cry/ In a louder voice the story of my love.

Uneven numbers are the gods' delight.

Persevere and preserve yourselves for better circumstances.

It is well to be informed about the winds, About the variations in the sky, The native traits and habits of the place, What each locale permits, and what denies.

Is it then so sad a thing to die?

Fate will find a way.