Where One Door Shuts Another Opens.

Tis Ill Talking Of Halters In The House Of A Man That Was Hanged.

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.

Let Every Man Look Before He Leaps.

True Valor Lies In The Middle Between Cowardice And Rashness.

A Knight Errant Who Turns Mad For A Reason Deserves Neither Merit Nor Thanks. The Thing Is To Do It Without Cause