When love is not madness, it is not love.
The heart is an astrologer that always divines the truth.
These flowers, which were splendid and sprightly, waking in the dawn of the morning, in the evening will be a pitiful frivolity, sleeping in the cold night's arms.
A friar who asks alms for God's sake begs for two.
Great events have sent before them their announcements.
No virtue can be real that has not been tried. The gold in the crucible alone is perfect; the loadstone tests the steel, and the diamond is tried by the diamond, while metals gleam the brighter in the furnace.