Gold makes the ugly beautiful.

Then worms shall try That long preserved virginity, And your quaint honor turn to dust, And into ashes all my lust. The grave's a fine and private place But none, I think, do there embrace.

When we are understood, we always speak well, and then all your fine diction serves no purpose.

Long is the road from conception to completion.

I assure you, an educated fool is more foolish than an uneducated one.

I want people to be sincere; a man of honor shouldn't speak a single word that doesn't come straight from his heart.

But it is not reason that governs love.