Discover the opinion of your enemies, which is commonly the truest; for they will give you no quarter, and allow nothing to complaisance.
Be secret and discreet; the fairy favors are lost when not concealed.
For all have not the gift of martyrdom.
To die is landing on some distant shore.
Possess your soul with patience.
Order is the greatest grace.
Chaucer followed Nature everywhere, but was never so bold to go beyond her.
Parting is worse than death; it is death of love!
Home is the sacred refuge of our life.
My whole life Has been a golden dream of love and friendship.
Reason saw not, till Faith sprung the Light.
Moderate sorrow Fits vulgar love, and for a vulgar man: But I have lov’d with such transcendent passion, I soar’d, at first, quite out of reason’s view, And now am lost above it.
Woman’s honor is nice as ermine; it will not bear a soil.
A lively faith will bear aloft the mind, and leave the luggage of good works behind.
For mysterious things of faith, rely on the proponent, Heaven’s authority.
So the false spider, when her nets are spread, deep ambushed in her silent den does lie.
Fowls, by winter forced, forsake the floods, and wing their hasty flight to happier lands.
What, start at this! when sixty years have spread. Their grey experience o’er thy hoary head? Is this the all observing age could gain? Or hast thou known the world so long in vain?
Or hast thou known the world so long in vain?
Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure,- Sweet is pleasure after pain.