All good things must come to an end.
Youth may outrun the old, but not outwit.
It seems to me that poverty is an eyeglass through which one may see his true friends.
Thus in this heaven he took his delight And smothered her with kisses upon kisses Till gradually he came to know where bliss is.
Who shall give a lover any law?’ Love is a greater law, by my troth, than any law written by mortal man.
For he would rather have, by his bedside, twenty books, bound in black or red, of Aristotle and his philosophy, than rich robes or costly fiddles or gay harps.
La moraleja de todas las tragedias es la misma: que la Fortuna siempre ataca a los reinos prepotentes cuando menos lo esperan.
In general, my liege lady,’ he began, ‘Women desire to have dominion Over their husbands, and their lovers too; They want to have mastery over them. That’s what you most desire – even if my life Is forfeit. I am here; do what you like.
I know that my singing doesn’t make the moon rise, nor does it make the stars shine. But without my song, the night would seem empty and incomplete. There is more to daybreak than light, just as there is more to nighttime than darkness.
Lust is addicted to novelty.
The time always flees; it will wait for no man. And through you are still in the flower of your young manhood, age creeps on steadily, as quiet as a stone, and death meanaces every age and strikes in every rank, for no one escapes. As surely as we know that we will die, so we are uncertain of the day when death shall fall on us.
He kept his tippet stuffed with pins for curls, And pocket-knives, to give to pretty girls.
Truly she was of elegant deportment, and very pleasing and amiable in bearing. She took pains to counterfeit the manners of the court and to be dignified in behavior and to be held worthy of reverence.
Well did he know the taverns in every town, and every hosteller and bar-maid, far better than he knew any leper or beggar.
Three years went by in happiness and health; He bore himself so well in peace and war That there was no one Theseus valued more.
Yet from the wise take this for common sense That to the poor all times are out of joint Therefore beware of reaching such a point.
Full is my heart of revelry and grace.” But suddenly he fell in grievous case; For ever the latter end of joy is woe. God knows that worldly joys do swiftly go; And if a rhetorician could but write, He in some chronicle might well indite And mark it down as sovereign in degree.
If you are poor your very brother hates you And all your friends avoid you, sad to say.
For naturally a beast desires to flee From any enemy that he may see, Though never yet he’s clapped on such his eye.
Shepherds too soft who let their duty sleep, Encourage wolves to tear the lambs and sleep.