I love no woman, for love is a serious business, not a jest.
For what the lover would, that would the beloved; what she would ask of him that should he go before to grant. Without accord such as this, love is but a bond and a constraint.
Whoever believes in a man is very foolish.
The fool shouts loudly, thinking to impress the world.
But Fortune, who never forgets her duty, turns her wheel suddenly.
But sweetly and discreetly love passes from person to person, from heart to heart, or it is nothing worth.