Stronger than lover's love is lover's hate. Incurable, in each, the wounds they make.
Ten soldiers wisely led will beat a hundred without a head.
The wavering mind is but a base possession.
'Twas but my tongue, 'twas not my soul that swore.
Wealth stays with us a little moment if at all: only our characters are steadfast, not our gold.
Better a serpent than a stepmother!