Who friendship with a knave hath made, Is judged a partner in the trade.
Follow love and it will flee, flee love and it will follow thee.
And when a lady's in the case, You know, all other things give place.
There is no dependence that can be sure but a dependence upon one's self.
What frenzy dictates, jealousy believes
I never, with important air, In conversation overbear. . . . . My tongue within my lips I rein; For who talks much must talk in vain.