Faint heart ne’er won fair lady.
She fights and vanquishes in me, and I live and breathe in her, and I have life and being.
Man appoints, and God disappoints.
Nor has his death the world deceiv’d than his wondrous life surprise d; if he like a madman liv’d least he like a wise one dy’d.
God who sends the wound sends the medicine.
Miracle me no miracles.
Among the attributes of God, although they are equal, mercy shines with even more brilliance than justice.
All women are good – good for nothing, or good for something.
Maybe the greatest madness is to see life as it is rather than what it could be.
Wine in excess keeps neither secrets nor promises.
Where there’s music there can be no evil.
Wine taken in moderation never does any harm.
Love is a power too strong to be overcome by anything but flight.
Those who’ll play with cats must expect to be scratched.
He that will not when he may, When he would, he should have nay.
The virtuous woman must be treated like a relic – adored, but not handled; she should be guarded and prized, like a fine flower-garden, the beauty and fragrance of which the owner allows others to enjoy only at a distance, and through iron walls.
What a man has, so much he is sure of.
Let every man look before he leaps.
I know what’s what, and have always taken care of the main chance.
From reading too much, and sleeping too little, his brain dried up on him and he lost his judgment.