Ah me! love can not be cured by herbs.
To feel our ills is one thing, but to cure them is another.
Envy assails the noblest: the winds howl around the highest peaks.
Whilst you are prosperous you can number many friends; but when the storm comes you are left alone.
What is it that love does to a woman? Without she only sleeps with it alone, she lives.
When a rose dies, a thorn is left behind.