My father's wit, and my mother's tongue, assist me!

Make the upcoming hour overflow with joy, and let pleasure drown the brim.

The latter end of a fray, and the beginning of a feast, Fits a dull fighter, and a keen guest.

The pleasing punishment that women bear.

O love, be moderate, allay thy ecstasy, In measure rain thy joy, scant this excess!

In a false quarrel there is no true valor.

Thou shouldst not have been old till thou hadst been wise.