We suffer by our proximity. [Who get a blow intended for another.]
When a rose dies, a thorn is left behind.
Opportunity is ever worth expecting; let your hood be ever hanging ready. The fish will be in the pool where you least imagine it to be.
Skill makes love unending.
It is prudence that first forsakes the wretched.
Wine, not too much, inspires and make the mind,to the soft joys of Venus strong inclined,which, buried in excess, unapt to love,stupidly lies and knows not hom to move