At dinner my man appeares.
Service is no Inheritance.
Church bells beyond the stars heard, the soul's blood, The land of spices; something understood.
Be not too presumptuously sure in any business; for things of this world depend on such a train of unseen chances that if it were in man's hands to set the tables, still he would not be certain to win the game.
A woman conceales what shee knowes not.
The vertue of a coward is suspition.