“All love is vanquished by a succeeding love.”

It is the poor man who’ll ever count his flock.

Blemishes are hid by night and every fault forgiven; darkness makes any woman fair.

I flee who chases me and chase who flees me.

Bear and endure: This sorrow will one day prove to be for your good.

It’s right to learn, even from the enemy.

Love is a thing that is full of cares and fears.

Let others praise ancient times; I am glad I was born in these.

Every lover is a soldier.

Love and dignity cannot share the same abode.

Give way to your opponent; thus will you gain the crown of victory.

Either do not attempt at all or go through with it.

My vengeance is my guilt.

Endure and persist; this pain will turn to good by and by.

Fair peace becomes men; ferocious anger belongs to beasts.

The lamp burns bright when wick and oil are clean.

Tears at times have the weight of speech.