"She's an incomparable beauty among mortals,"
"She has such captivating eyes, they could steal your soul away,"
"She truly is perfect in every way."
As I listened to the people before the castle shouting without cease, I chose to leave alone and climb to higher ground.
The moonlight was bright, and the breeze kissed the branches without making a sound.
I thought that on just such a night, Troilus had climbed the walls of Troy and gazed toward the Greek people among whom Cressida was staying.
At that moment, I remembered the first love of my youth. She had been beautiful and graceful, loved making friends, and played the harp wonderfully.
I had never worried that she would betray me because of my faults. If she had not possessed exceptional discernment, she would never have chosen me.
"General, beware. I know the temperament of the women in our country. When they fool around behind their husbands' backs, neither heaven nor earth can hide it."
Ah, unbearable pain—I longed to forget.
Being poor yet content was better than being rich. If a wealthy man constantly feared that one day he might become poor, then even if he possessed endless riches, he was in truth as impoverished as a beggar.
That was the real torment.
I should not have loved her so devotedly while constantly fearing loss.
Beware of jealousy. It is a demon; whoever heeds its temptations will be toyed with by it.
I heard singing in the distance. A gang of ruffians was drinking around a bonfire:
She was pretty, but never proud;
Quick of tongue, but never loud;
Never short of money, but never coy;
Got what she wanted, yet wanted no joy;
Wronged and angered, she could vent her spite, yet first let go of her own resentment;