I wont let a wife lead me to the altar. [I will not have a wife that shall be my master.]
Fortune gives many too much, but none enough.
The bee is enclosed, and shines preserved in amber, so that it seems enshrined in its own nectar.
Be satisfied, and pleased with what thou art, Act cheerfully and well thou allotted part; Enjoy the present hour, be thankful for the past, And neither fear, nor wish, the approaches of the last.
If you have any shame, forbear to pluck the beard of a dead lion.
Rarity gives a charm; so early fruits and winter roses are the most prized; and coyness sets off an extravagant mistress, while the door always open tempts no suitor.