Women can always be caught; that's the first rule of the game.

Majesty and love do not well agree, nor do they live together.

There are a thousand forms of evil; there will be a thousand remedies.

Love is the force that leaves you colorless

Take away leisure and Cupid's bow is broken

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

Add little to little and there will be a big pile.