When Thou Art At Rome, Do As

A Knight Errant Who Turns Mad For A Reason Deserves Neither Merit Nor Thanks. The Thing Is To Do It Without Cause

Comparisons Are Odious.

The Reputation Of A Woman May Also Be Compared To A Mirror Of Crystal, Shining And Bright, But Liable To Be Sullied By Every Breath That Comes Near It.

All Is Not Gold That Glisters.

Love Is A Power Too Strong To Be Overcome By Anything But Flight.