The Woman Who Has The Best Perfume

He Whom The Gods Love Dies Young.

Besides That, When Elsewhere The Harvest Of Wheat Is Most Abundant, There It Comes Up Less By One-fourth Than What You Have Sowed. There, Methinks, It Were A Proper Place For Men To Sow Their Wild Oats, Where They Would Not Spring Up.

To Waste One's Breath; To Pump Into A Sieve.

We Are Pouring Our Words Into A Sieve, And Lose Our Labor. [lat., In Pertusum Ingerimus Dicta Dolium, Operam Ludimus.]

It Is Good To Love In A Moderate Degree; To Distraction, It Is Not Good; But To Love To Entire Distraction, Is The Thing That My Master's Doing.