Wait for the season when to cast good counsels upon subsiding passion.
From women's eyes this doctrine I derive: They sparkle still the right Promethean fire; They are the books, the arts, the academes, That show, contain and nourish all the world.
Wish chastely, and love dearly.
The undeserver may sleep when the man of action is called on.
Tempt not a desperate man
Rumor is a pipe Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures.