Is it possible your pragmatical worship should not know that the comparisons made between wit and wit, courage and courage, beauty and beauty, birth and birth, are always odious and ill taken?.

What man can pretend to know the riddle of a woman's mind?

Our hours in love have wings; in absence, crutches.

Great expectations are better than a poor possession.

In hell there is no retention.

For hope is always born at the same time as love.

For let us women be never so ill-favored, I imagine that we are always delighted to hear ourselves called handsome.