Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.
War is the trade of Kings.
Pains of love be sweeter far than all other pleasures are.
Dancing is the poetry of the foot.
Successful crimes alone are justified.
Love is love's reward.
The intoxication of anger, like that of the grape, shows us to others, but hides us from ourselves.
Forgiveness to the injured does belong but they ne'er pardon who have done wrong.
Beware the fury of a patient man.
Only man clogs his happiness with care, destroying what is with thoughts of what may be.
Reason is a crutch for age, but youth is strong enough to walk alone.
But love's a malady without a cure.
For truth has such a face and such a mien, as to be loved needs only to be seen.
He has not learned the first lesson of life who does not every day surmount a fear.
When I consider life, it is all a cheat. Yet fooled with hope, people favor this deceit.