For souls nobly born, valor doesn't await the passing of years
These flattering mirrors reflect imperfectly what is within; the countenance is often a gay deceiver. What defects of mind lie hidden under its beauty! What fair exteriors conceal base souls!
It is hard to hate what one has loved, and a half-extinguished fire is soon relit.
The greater the risk, the sweeter the fruit.
Just vengeance does not call for punishment.
Rome alone can resist Rome.