The Greatest Part Of Our Faults Are

The Vices Enter Into The Composition Of The Virtues, As Poisons Into That Of Medicines. Prudence Collects And Arranges Them, And Uses Them Beneficially Against The Ills Of Life.

It Is With True Love As It Is With Ghosts; Everyone Talks About It, But Few Have Seen It.

Vanity, Shame, And Above All Disposition, Often Make Men Brave And Women Chaste.

It Is Given To Few Persons To Keep This Secret Well. Those Who Lay Down Rules Too Often Break Them, And The Safest We Are Able To Give Is To Listen Much, To Speak Little, And To Say Nothing That That Will Ever Give Ground Or Regret.

Our Envy Always Outlives The Felicity Of Its Object.