That, if then I had waked after a long sleep, will make me sleep again >>
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged, a fire spar >>
O, what a world of vile ill-favored faults, looks handsome in three hu >>
Slander is a poison which kills charity, both in the slanderer and the >>
Slander expires at a good woman's door. >>
If a man could say nothing against a character but what he can prove, >>
Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny.