Happy are they that hear their detractions, and can put them to mending.
Men's vows are women's traitors
By my soul I swear, there is no power in the tongue of man to alter me.
Be not too tame neither, but let your own Discretion be your tutor; suit the action to the word, the word to the action.
The moon of Rome, chaste as the icicle that's curded by the frost from purest snow.
Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth.— Joy, gentle friends! joy and fresh days of love Accompany your hearts!