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True Courage Lies In The Middle, Between Cowardice And Recklessness.

The Darts Of Love Are Blunted By Maiden Modesty.

The Virtuous Woman Must Be Treated Like A Relic - Adored, But Not Handled; She Should Be Guarded And Prized, Like A Fine Flower-garden, The Beauty And Fragrance Of Which The Owner Allows Others To Enjoy Only At A Distance, And Through Iron Walls.

Be Slow Of Tongue And Quick Of Eye.

Those Who'll Play With Cats Must Expect To Be Scratched.