He who rushes headlong into love will fare worse than if he had cast himself from a precipice.
Love has both its gall and honey in abundance: it has sweetness to the taste, but it presents bitterness also to satiety.
It is the nature of the unfortunate to be spiteful, and to envy those who are well to do.
Nothing but heaven itself is better than a friend who is really a friend.
Not by age but by capacity is wisdom acquired.
Let us celebrate the occasion with wine and sweet words.