Love is a child that talks in broken language, yet then he speaks most plain.
You see through love, and that deludes your sight, As what is straight seems crooked through the water.
Trust reposed in noble natures obliges them the more.
Woman's honor is nice as ermine; it will not bear a soil.
Great souls forgive not injuries till time has put their enemies within their power, that they may show forgiveness is their own.
Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure,- Sweet is pleasure after pain.