Arms Are My Ornaments, Warfare My Repose.

When The Head Aches, All The Members Partake Of The Pain.

Is It Possible Your Pragmatical Worship Should Not Know That The Comparisons Made Between Wit And Wit, Courage And Courage, Beauty And Beauty, Birth And Birth, Are Always Odious And Ill Taken?.

Comparisons Are Odious.

Virtue Is Persecuted By The Wicked More Than It Is Loved By The Good.

There Is No Jewel In The World So Valuable As A Chaste And Virtuous Woman.