You think you can marry for your own pleasure, friend?
With a smile we should instruct our youth...
Its as if you think you'd never find Reason and the Sacred intertwined
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.
It is a fine seasoning for joy to think of those we love.
One ought to look a good deal at oneself before thinking of condemning others.
One should examine oneself for a very long time before thinking of condemning others