Fain would I climb, yet fear I to fall.

This is a sharp medicine, but it is a physician for all diseases and miseries.

Oh, doughty sons of Hungary! May all success Attend and bless Your warlike ironmongery!

Talking much is a sign of vanity, for the one who is lavish with words is cheap in deeds.

A wandering minstrel I A thing of shreds and patches Of ballads, songs and snatches And dreamy lullaby!

There is nothing exempt from the peril of mutation; the earth, heavens, and whole world is thereunto subject.

Flatterers are the worst kind of traitors, for they will strengthen thy imperfections, encourage thee in all evils, correct thee in nothing, but so shadow and paint thy follies and vices as thou shalt never, by their will, discover good from evil, or vice from virtue.