What we determine we often break. Purpose is but the slave to memory.
Love laughs at locksmiths.
Would it not grieve a woman to be over-mastered by a piece of valiant dust? to make an account of her life to a clod of wayward marle?
O excellent! I love long life better than figs.
When you fear a foe, fear crushes your strength; and this weakness gives strength to your opponents.
So wise so young, they say, do never live long.