Dripping water hollows out a stone
Even the gods are moved by the voice of entreaty.
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
When a rose dies, a thorn is left behind.
Love is a naked child: do you think he has pockets for money?
You will go most safely in the middle.