Dear to girls' hearts is their own beauty.
Few love what they may have.
Envy, the meanest of vices, creeps on the ground like a serpent.
He is a foolish swimmer who swims against the stream, when he might take the current sideways.
Whether you call my heart affectionate, or you call it womanish: I confess, that to my misfortune, it is soft.
Daring is not safe against daring men.