Those whose conduct gives room for talk are always the first to attack their neighbors.

Sharing with Jupiter is never a dishonor.

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.

We always speak well when we manage to be understood.

Stay awhile that we may make an end the sooner.

We die only once, and for such a long time.

Innocence is not accustomed to blush.