“In my own country I am in a far off land.I am strong but have no power.I win all yet remain a loser.At break of day I say goodnight.When I lie down I have great fear of falling.”

“Yet, if the world were bettered byMy death or story left untold, I would condemn myself to dieFor misdemeanours manifold: I bring no harm to young or oldAlive or dead, in either case: A man so needy never rolledA mountain from its resting place.”

“I die of thirst beside the fountain.”

“Ou sont les neiges d'antan?”

“Et Jehanne, la bonne Lorraine,Qu'Anglais brulerent a Rouen,Ou sont-elles, Vierge souv'raine,Mais ou sont les neiges d'antan?”

“We were two and had but one heart.”

“I have nothing, I owe a great deal, and the rest I leave to the poor.”