This Is Sweet To See Your Foe,

Human Misery Must Somewhere Have A Stop; There Is No Wind That Always Blows A Storm.

To Die With Glory, If One Has To Die At All, Is Still, I Think, Pain For The Dier.

Wealth Stays With Us A Little Moment If At All: Only Our Characters Are Steadfast, Not Our Gold.

When Someone Isn't Seen For A Long Time, Well, Folk Soon Begin To Imagine The Worst.

There Is Something In The Pang Of Change More Than The Heart Can Bear, Unhappiness Remembering Happiness.