You will, at least, see the world and learn what life really is.

Here is naught but dry rot and mould.

Taste for once the zest of living; then come back, if you can, to this tomb.

Come, come, Max! Let us to Burgundy to win this fair lady who awaits us and doubtless holds us faint of heart because we dare not strike for her.

I shall have one more sweet draught of life before I die.