We gentlemen, whose chariot's roll only upon the four aces, are apt to have a wheel out of order.

Love's like virtue, its own reward.

Custom is the law of fools.

Good manners and soft words have brought many a difficult thing to pass.

The want of a thing is perplexing enough, but the possession of it, is intolerable.

Once a woman has given you her heart, you can never get rid of the rest of her.

Love, like virtue, is its own reward.