For mysterious things of faith, rely on the proponent, Heaven's authority.
But love's a malady without a cure.
My love's a noble madness.
Arts and sciences in one and the same century have arrived at great perfection; and no wonder, since every age has a kind of universal genius, which inclines those that live in it to some particular studies; the work then, being pushed on by many hands, must go forward.
Words are but pictures of our thoughts.
But dying is a pleasure / When living is a pain.