I could not possibly count the gold-digging ruses of women, Not if I had ten mouths, not if I had ten tongues.
We are ever striving after what is forbidden, and coveting what is denied us.
That fair face will as years roll on lose its beauty, and old age will bring its wrinkles to the brow.
Love is an affair of credulity.
Happy is he who dares courageously to defend what he loves.
Destroy our leisure and you break love's bow.