I Maintain, In Truth, That With A

Doubts Are More Cruel Than The Worst Of Truths.

In Society One Needs A Flexible Virtue; Too Much Goodness Can Be Blamable.

To Live Without Loving Is Not Really To Live.

We Always Speak Well When We Manage To Be Understood.

Then Worms Shall Try That Long Preserved Virginity, And Your Quaint Honor Turn To Dust, And Into Ashes All My Lust. The Grave's A Fine And Private Place But None, I Think, Do There Embrace.