It's not beauty but fine qualities, my girl, that keep a husband.
If there are none [gods], All our toil is without meaning.
He is not a lover who does not love forever.
The little done doth vanish to the mind which forward sees how much remains to do.
We know the good, we apprehend it clearly; but we can't bring it to achievement.
What else goes wrong for a woman-except her marriage?