Poverty snatches the reins out of the hand of piety.
No one ever sowed the grain of generosity who gathered not up the harvest of the desire of his heart.
Oh God, I say not hear my prayers! I say: Blot with forgiving pen my sins away!
A little beauty is preferable to much wealth.
The wise man tells not what he knows. It is not prudent to sport with one's head by revealing the king's secrets.
There is a difference between him who claspeth his mistress in his arms, and him whose eyes are fixed on the door expecting her.