Ah me! love can not be cured by herbs.

There are a thousand forms of evil; there will be a thousand remedies.

That fair face will as years roll on lose its beauty, and old age will bring its wrinkles to the brow.

The gods have their own rules.

I cannot keep track of all the vagaries of fashion, Every day, so it seems, brings in a different style.

Take the advice of light when you're looking at linens or jewels; Looking at faces or forms, take the advice of the day.

That you may please others you must be forgetful of yourself.