O fool, what else is sleep but chill death's likeness?
Love conquers all things; let us own her dominion.
Alas! how difficult it is not to betray one's guilt by one's looks.
That you may be beloved, be amiable.
It is the mind that makes the man, and our vigour is in our immortal soul.
Whether they yield or refuse, it delights women to have been asked.