Poesy is a beauteous damsel, chaste, honourable, discreet, witty, retired, and who keeps herself within the limits of propriety. She is a friend of solitude; fountains entertain her, meadows console her, woods free her from ennui, flowers delight her; in short, she gives pleasure and instruction to all with whom she communicates.

The ass will carry his load, but not a double load; ride not a free horse to death.

Jests that give pains are no jests.

He had a face like a blessing.

When God sends the dawn, he sends it for all.

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

Everyone is as God has made him, and oftentimes a great deal worse.