You ask what a nice girl will do? She won't give an inch, but she won't say no.
Fortune gives too much to many, enough to none.
If you want him to mourn, you had best leave him nothing.
The swan murmurs sweet strains with a flattering tongue, itself the singer of its own dirge.
Live thy life as it were spoil and pluck the joys that fly.
You importune me, Tucca, to present you with my books. I shall not do so; for you want to sell, not to read, them.