Trust reposed in noble natures obliges them the more.
New vows to plight, and plighted vows to break.
You see through love, and that deludes your sight, As what is straight seems crooked through the water.
Take the good the gods provide thee.
Woman's honor is nice as ermine; it will not bear a soil.
Bets at first were fool-traps, where the wise like spiders lay in ambush for the flies.