My love's a noble madness.
Discover the opinion of your enemies, which is commonly the truest; for they will give you no quarter, and allow nothing to complaisance.
It is a madness to make fortune the mistress of events, because in herself she is nothing, can rule nothing, but is ruled by prudence.
Old as I am, for ladies' love unfit, The power of beauty I remember yet.
A lazy frost, a numbness of the mind.
All heiresses are beautiful.