Many go out for wool, and come home shorn themselves.

Be slow of tongue and quick of eye.

That's the nature of women, not to love when we love them, and to love when we love them not.

We must not stand upon trifles.

When the head aches, all the members partake of the pain.

Soul of fibre and heart of oak.

Jealousy sees things always with magnifying glasses which make little things large, of dwarfs giants, of suspicions truths.