Ere land and sea and the all-covering sky Were made, in the whole world the countenance Of nature was the same, all one, well named Chaos, a raw and undivided mass, Naught but a lifeless bulk, with warring seeds Of ill-joined elements compressed together.

Venus favors the bold.

You who seek an end of love, love yields to business: be busy, and you will be safe.

I am above being injured by fortune, though she steals away much, more will remain with me. The blessing I now enjoy transcend fear.

I could not possibly count the gold-digging ruses of women, Not if I had ten mouths, not if I had ten tongues.

Remove but the temptations of leisure, and the bow of Cupid will lose its effect.

It's a kindness that the mind can go where it wishes.