You who seek an end of love, love yields to business: be busy, and you will be safe.
I see and approve better things, but follow worse.
Sleep, thou repose of all things; sleep, thou gentlest of the deities; thou peace of the mind, from which care flies; who doest soothe the hearts of men wearied with the toils of the day, and refittest them for labor.
People are slow to claim confidence in undertakings of magnitude.
Ah me! love can not be cured by herbs.
Take away leisure and Cupid's bow is broken