Romance is a love affair in other than domestic surroundings.

The gain of lying is nothing else but not to be trusted of any, nor to be believed when we say the truth.

Oh, doughty sons of Hungary! May all success Attend and bless Your warlike ironmongery!

A wandering minstrel I A thing of shreds and patches Of ballads, songs and snatches And dreamy lullaby!

Men endure the losses that befall them by mere casualty with more patience than the damages they sustain by injustice.

There is nothing more becoming any wise man, than to make choice of friends, for by them thou shalt be judged what thou art: let them therefore be wise and virtuous, and none of those that follow thee for gain; but make election rather of thy betters, than thy inferiors.

Romance is a love affair in other than domestic surroundings.