People are all alike in their promises. It is only in their deeds that they differ.
Without knowledge, life is no more than the shadow of death
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.
Love is often the fruit of marriage.
A good husband be the best sort of plaster for to cure a young woman's ailments.
How easy love makes fools of us.