Hateful to me as the gates of Hades is that man who hides one thing in his heart and speaks another.
Be still my heart; thou hast known worse than this.
And what he greatly thought, he nobly dared.
In youth and beauty, wisdom is but rare!
A decent boldness ever meets with friends.
Two friends, two bodies with one soul inspired.
A sympathetic friend can be quite as dear as a brother.
There is a time for many words, and there is also a time for sleep.
The difficulty is not so great to die for a friend, as to find a friend worth dying for.
Without a sign, his sword the brave man draws, and asks no omen, but his country’s cause.