Who Naught Suspects Is Easily Deceived.

Rarely Do Great Beauty And Great Virtue Dwell Together.

I Know And Love The Good, Yet, Ah! The Worst Pursue.

Virtue Is Health, Vice Is Sickness.

What Name To Call Thee By, O Virgin Fair, I Know Not, For Thy Looks Are Not Of Earth And More Than Mortal Seems Thy Countenances

A Short Cut To Riches Is To Subtract From Our Desires.