You violets that first appear, By your pure purple mantles known, Like the proud virgins of the year, As if the spring were all your own — What are you when the rose is blown?
An ambassador is an honest man sent abroad to lie for his country.
Take heed of thinking. The farther you go from the church of Rome, the nearer you are to God.
The itch of disputation will prove the scab of the Church.
Tell the truth so as to puzzle and confound your adversaries.
Love lodged in a woman's breast is but a guest.