'Tis said of love that it sometimes goes, sometimes flies; runs with one, walks gravely with another; turns a third into ice, and sets a fourth in a flame: it wounds one, another it kills: like lightning it begins and ends in the same moment: it makes that fort yield at night which it besieged but in the morning; for there is no force able to resist it.

Alas! all music jars when the soul's out of tune.

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

Urgent necessity prompts many to do things, at the very thoughts of which they perhaps would start at other times.

No man is more than another unless he does more than another.

Well-gotten wealth may lose itself, but the ill-gotten loses its master also.

There is no proverb that is not true.