Love, like virtue, is its own reward.
Friendship's said to be a plant of tedious growth, its root composed of tender fibers, nice in their taste, cautious in spreading.
A slighted woman knows no bounds.
Repentance for past crimes is just and easy; but sin-no-more's a task too hard for mortals
Once a woman has given you her heart, you can never get rid of the rest of her.
No man is worth having is true to his wife, or can be true to his wife, or ever was, or ever will be so.