It seldom happens that any felicity comes so pure as not to be tempered and allayed by some mixture of sorrow.
Everything disturbs an absent lover.
True valor lies in the middle between cowardice and rashness.
Many go out for wool, and come home shorn themselves.
You are a devil at everything, and there is no kind of thing in the 'versal world but what you can turn your hand into.
One of the effects of fear is to disturb the senses and cause things to appear other than what they are.