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