Cunning leads to knavery. It is but a step from one to the other, and that very slippery. Only lying makes the difference; add that to cunning, and it is knavery.
Love is a kind of warfare.
The cause is hidden; the effect is visible to all.
Use the occasion, for it passes swiftly.
All love is vanquished by a succeeding love.
What is it that love does to a woman? Without she only sleeps; with it alone, she lives.