Fly Not, Cowards And Vile Beings, For

'tis Said Of Love That It Sometimes Goes, Sometimes Flies; Runs With One, Walks Gravely With Another; Turns A Third Into Ice, And Sets A Fourth In A Flame: It Wounds One, Another It Kills: Like Lightning It Begins And Ends In The Same Moment: It Makes That Fort Yield At Night Which It Besieged But In The Morning; For There Is No Force Able To Resist It.

The Guts Carry The Feet, Not The Feet The Guts.

Old, That's An Affront No Woman Can Well Bear.

That's The Nature Of Women, Not To Love When We Love Them, And To Love When We Love Them Not.

Seek For Good, But Expect Evil.