Whether the pitcher hits the stone or the stone hits the pitcher, it goes ill with the pitcher.

Well, now there's a remedy for everything except death.

Jests that give pains are no jests.

My heart is wax molded as she pleases, but enduring as marble to retain.

We ought to love our Maker for His own sake, without either hope of good or fear of pain.

Once a woman parts with her virtue, she loses the esteem even of the man whose vows and tears won her to abandon it.

Thank you for nothing.