Words And Deeds Are Far From Being

Then Worms Shall Try That Long Preserved Virginity, And Your Quaint Honor Turn To Dust, And Into Ashes All My Lust. The Grave's A Fine And Private Place But None, I Think, Do There Embrace.

Wives Rarely Fuss About Their Beauty To Guarantee Their Mate's Affection.

It's True Heaven Forbids Some Pleasures, But A Compromise Can Usually Be Found.

Gold Is The Key, Whatever Else We Try; And That Sweet Metal Aids The Conqueror In Every Case, In Love As Well As War.

Malicious Men May Die, But Malice Never.