Cupid makes it his sport to pull the warrior's plum.
Ring out your bells! Let mourning show be spread! For Love is dead.
To the disgrace of men it is seen that there are women both more wise to judge what evil is expected, and more constant to bear it when it happens.
Who will adhere to him that abandons himself?
High-erected thoughts seated in the heart of courtesy.
There is nothing so great that I fear to do it for my friend; nothing so small that I will disdain to do it for him.