They must take me for a fool, or even worse, a lunatic. And no wonder ,for I am so intensely conscious of my misfortune and my misery is so overwhelming that I am powerless to resist it and am being turned into stone, devoid of all knowledge or feeling.

Under a bad cloak there is often a good drinker

Her father guarded her, and she guarded herself; for there are no padlocks, bolts, or bars, that secure a maiden better than her own reserve.

For neither good nor evil can last for ever; and so it follows that as evil has lasted a long time, good must now be close at hand.

Wine in excess keeps neither secrets nor promises.

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

Faint heart ne'er won fair lady.