Even Kings But Play; And When Their

Courage From Hearts And Not From Numbers Grows.

The Perverseness Of My Fate Is Such That He's Not Mine Because He's Mine Too Much.

Tis Fate That Flings The Dice, And As She Flings Of Kings Makes Peasants, And Of Peasants Kings.

Shame On The Body For Breaking Down While The Spirit Perseveres.

It Is A Madness To Make Fortune The Mistress Of Events, Because In Herself She Is Nothing, Can Rule Nothing, But Is Ruled By Prudence.