Gifts are like hooks.
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.
Tomorrow's life is too late. Live today.
You crystal break, for fear of breaking it: Careless and careful hands like faults commit.
Fortune gives too much to many, enough to none.
The face that cannot smile is never fair.