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.
They first condemn that first advised the ill.
I feel my sinews slackened with the fright, and a cold sweat trills down all over my limbs, as if I were dissolving into water.
For secrets are edged tools, And must be kept from children and from fools.
For age but tastes of pleasures youth devours.
For your ignorance is the mother of your devotion to me.