I live on good soup, not on fine words.
How easy love makes fools of us.
To create a public scandal is what's wicked; to sin in private is not a sin.
I maintain, in truth, That with a smile we should instruct our youth, Be very gentle when we have to blame, And not put them in fear of virtue's name.
Malicious tongues spread their poison abroad and nothing here below is proof against them.
When we are understood, we always speak well, and then all your fine diction serves no purpose.