The small amount of foolery wise men have makes a great show.

When I bestride him, I soar, I am a hawk: he trots the air; the earth sings when he touches it; the basest horn of his hoof is more musical than the pipe of Hermes.

I pray you, do not fall in love with me, for I am falser than vows made in wine.

Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor; for 'tis the mind that makes the body rich

Love is the greatest of dreams, yet the worst of nightmares.

Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say.

To be slow in words is a woman's only virtue.