All heiresses are beautiful.
When I consider life, it is all a cheat. Yet fooled with hope, people favor this deceit.
Love is not in our choice but in our fate.
To die is landing on some distant shore.
All objects lose by too familiar a view.
Let grace and goodness be the principal loadstone of thy affections. For love which hath ends, will have an end; whereas that which is founded on true virtue, will always continue.
By education most have been misled; So they believe, because they were bred. The priest continues where the nurse began, And thus the child imposes on the man.
The first is the law, the last prerogative.
Death in itself is nothing; but we fear to be we know not what, we know not where.
You see through love, and that deludes your sight, As what is straight seems crooked through the water.