Love is familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love." -
In sweet music is such art: killing care and grief of heart fall asleep, or hearing, die.
The coward dies a thousand deaths, the valiant, only once!
If after every tempest come such calms, May the winds blow till they have waken'd death!
Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues we write in water.
Send danger from the east unto the west, so honor cross it from the north to south.