Oh, trebly blest the placid lot of those whose hearth foundations are in pure love laid, where husband's breast with tempered ardor glows, and wife, oft mother, is in heart a maid!

There is nothing like the sight of an old enemy down on his luck.

Account no man happy till he dies.

To have found you is a dear happiness; and to be Apollo's son is beyond all my hopes; but there is something I want to say to you alone. Come; this is a private matter between us two - anything you tell me shall be as secret as the grave.

Do not grieve so much for a husband lost that it wastes away your life.

Sound judgement, with discernment is the best of seers

Ten soldiers wisely led will beat a hundred without a head.