Angels boast ethereal vigor, and are formed from seeds of heavenly birth.
Come what may, all bad fortune is to be conquered by endurance.
In his deepest heart there surge tremendous shame and madness mixed with sorrow and love whipped on by frenzy and a courage aware of its own worth.
The flocks fear the wolf, the crops the storm, and the trees the wind.
He enters the port with a full sail.
I have known sorrow and learned to aid the wretched.