He who says o'er much I love not is in love.
It is but a small merit to observe silence, but it is a grave fault to speak of matters on which we should be silent.
Dear to the heart of a girl is her own beauty and charm.
Keep a mid course between two extremes.
To give requires good sense.
Eurydice, dying now a second time, uttered no complaint against her husband. What was there to complain of, but that she had been loved?