Vice repeated is like the wandering wind, blows dust in others' eyes to spread itself.

Thus die I, thus, thus, thus. Now am I dead, Now am I fled; My soul is in the sky: Tongue, lose thy light; Moon take thy flight. Now die, die, die, die, die.

You great benefactors, sprinkle our society with thankfulness. For your own gifts, make yourselves praised.

The fewer men, the greater share of honor.

The prince of darkness is a gentleman!

Trip over love, you can get up. Fall in love and you fall forever. Anyone can catch your eye, but it takes someone special to catch your heart. Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.

For I can raise no money by vile means. By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas