Wind puffs up empty bladders; opinion, fools.

Who bravely dares must sometimes risk a fall.

The peasant thanked her with their tears, When food and clothes were given; "This is a joy," the lady said, "Saints cannot taste in heaven."

He will go back to the old faith he learnt Beside his mother's knee.

He told me once The saddest thing that can befall the soul, Is when it loses faith in God and woman, For he had lost them both. Lost I those gems, Though the world's throne stood open in my path, I would go wandering back into my childhood, Searching for them with tears.

The day is short, the work is much.