Wine, not too much, inspires and make the mind,to the soft joys of Venus strong inclined,which, buried in excess, unapt to love,stupidly lies and knows not hom to move
Friendship is but a name; fidelity but an empty name.
Love is an affair of credulity.
If the art is concealed, it succeeds.
The end doesn't justify the means.
This victory will be your I ruin.