Love that is fed by jealousy dies hard.
What is allowed us is disagreeable, what is denied us causes us intense desire.
Fortune resists half-hearted prayers.
Medicine sometimes snatches away health, sometimes gives it.
Gutta cavat lapidem, non vi sed saepe cadendo. (The drop excavates the stone, not with force but by falling often.)
I hate a woman who offers herself because she ought to do so, and cold and dry thinks of her sewing when making love.