Be merry; you have cause, so have we all, of joy; for our escape is much beyond our loss . . . . then wisely weigh our sorrow with our comfort.
They met so near with their lips that their breaths embraced together.
Security is the chief enemy of mortals.
A man should be what he seems.
O God of battles! steel my soldiers’ hearts. Possess them not with fear.
These flowers are like the pleasures of the world.