In storm it has been my anchor, and in clear skies my star.

But we common folk are free to follow our hearts; am I an old fool for saying that he is a fool who follows anything else?
Our liberty is not for princes.

We need wait for no future world to balance the luck of men; even here there is an equipoise.

From the highly placed a price is exacted for their state, their wealth, and their honors, as heavy as these are great; to the poor, what is to us mean and of no sweetness may appear decked in the robes of pleasure and delight.

Well, if it were not so, who could sleep at nights?
The burden laid on Queen Flavia I knew, and know, so well as a man can know it.