Envy, the meanest of vices, creeps on the ground like a serpent.
He who says o'er much I love not is in love.
It's useful that there should be Gods, so let's believe there are.
Many women long for what eludes them, and like not what is offered them.
This also, that I live, I consider a gift of God.
Let me tell you I am better acquainted with you for a long absence, as men are with themselves for a long affliction: absence does but hold off a friend, to make one see him the truer.