Make it a point not to be over-fascinating.
I would not miss your face, your neck, your hands, your limbs, your bosom and certain other of your charms. Indeed, not to become boring by naming them all, I could do without you, Chloe, altogether.
Be not too thick with anybody; your joys will be fewer, and so will pains.
Your page stands against you and says to you that you are a thief.
Some things are good, some middling, more bad.
The bee is enclosed, and shines preserved in amber, so that it seems enshrined in its own nectar.