Women's words are as light as the doomed leaves whirling in autumn, Easily swept by the wind, easily drowned by the wave.

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

Do not lay on the multitude the blame that is due to a few.

Men should not care too much for good looks; neglect is becoming.

Time is a stream which glides smoothly on and is past before we know.

Beauty is a frail good.

Beauty- it was a favor bestowed by the gods.