All things are in the hand of heaven, and Folly, eldest of Jove's daughters, shuts men's eyes to their destruction. She walks delicately, not on the solid earth, but hovers over the heads of men to make them stumble or to ensnare them.
There is no fouler fiend than a woman when her mind is bent to evil.
His native home deep imag'd in his soul.
From his tongue flowed speech sweeter than honey.
I guess some people never change... Or, they quickly change and then quickly change back.
And for yourself, may the gods grant you your heart's desire, a husband and a home, and the blessing of a harmonious life. For nothing is greater or finer than this, when a man and woman live together with one hear and mind, bringing joy to their friends and grief to their foes.