When The Head Aches, All

To Be Good To The Vile Is To Throw Water Into The Sea.

Our Hours In Love Have Wings; In Absence, Crutches.

There Is Nothing So Subject To The Inconstancy Of Fortune As War.

A Wise Man Does Not Trust All His Eggs To One Basket.

I Know Well Enough That There Have Been Dogs So Loving That They Have Thrown Themselves Into The Same Grave With The Dead Bodies Of Their Masters.