It's up to brave hearts, sir, to be patient when things are going badly, as well as being happy when they're going well ... For I've heard that what they call fortune is a flighty woman who drinks too much, and, what's more, she's blind, so she can't see what she's doing, and she doesn't know who she's knocking over or who she's raising up.

The darts of love are blunted by maiden modesty.

The wounds received in battle bestow honor, they do not take it away.

Little said is soon amended.

There are men that will make you books, and turn them loose into the world, with as much dispatch as they would do a dish of fritters.

God who sends the wound sends the medicine.

Miracle me no miracles.