Consider the misfortunes of others, and you will be the better able to bear your own.
The burden becomes light that is shared by love.
I could not possibly count the gold-digging ruses of women, Not if I had ten mouths, not if I had ten tongues.
A pleasing face is no small advantage.
Envy, the meanest of vices, creeps on the ground like a serpent.
Love is a thing that is full of cares and fears.