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.

We two are to ourselves a crowd.

Let the man who does not wish to be idle, fall in love.

What is reason now was passion heretofore.

A light breath fans the flame, a violent gust extinguishes it.

What makes men indifferent to their wives is that they can see them when they please.

The purpose of law is to prevent the strong always having their way.