Time ripens all things; no man is born wise.

For men may prove and use their friends, as the poet expresses it, usque ad aras, meaning that a friend should not be required to act contrary to the law of God.

No fathers or mothers think their own children ugly.

A knight errant who turns mad for a reason deserves neither merit nor thanks. The thing is to do it without cause

Thou art a cat, and a rat, and a coward.

My thoughts ran a wool-gathering.

I follow a more easy, and, in my opinion, a wiser course, namely--to inveigh against the levity of the female sex, their fickleness, their double-dealing, their rotten promises, their broken faith, and, finally, their want of judgment in bestowing their affections.