Had I succeeded well, I had been reckoned amongst the wise; our minds are so disposed to judge from the event.
There is no evil as terrible as a woman.
Judge a tree from its fruit, not from its leaves.
It is a strange form of anger, difficult to cure, when two friends turn upon each other in hatred.
Account no man happy till he dies.
Alas, how right the ancient saying is: We, who are old, are nothing else but noise And shape. Like mimicries of dreams we go, And have no wits, although we think us wise.