A Woman Without Paint Is Like Food

Where There Are Sheep, The Wolves Are Never Very Far Away.

I Count Him Lost, Who Is Lost To Shame. [lat., Nam Ego Illum Periisse Duco, Cui Quidem Periit Pudor.]

It Is Not Without A Purpose When A Rich Man Greets A Poor One With Kindness.

The Fool Too Late, His Substance Eaten Up, Reckons The Cost.

Find Me A Reasonable Lover Against His Weight In Gold.