That, which has not its alternation of rest, will not last long.

Destroy our leisure and you break love's bow.

It is the poor man who'll ever count his flock.

Though the strength is lacking, yet the willingness is commendable.

Chastity, once lost, cannot be recalled; it goes only once.

The act is judged of by the event.

Let the man who does not wish to be idle, fall in love.