We live under a prince who is an enemy to fraud, a prince whose eyes penetrate into the heart, and whom all the art of impostors can't deceive.
Malicious tongues spread their poison abroad and nothing here below is proof against them.
Without dance, a man can do nothing.
Gold gives to the ugliest thing a certain charming air, For that without it were else a miserable affair.
Wives rarely fuss about their beauty To guarantee their mate's affection.
One can be well-bred and write bad poetry