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And as they say, "Enough's good as a feast"/Too much is a mistake. That's why in this/I count him for an idiot and an ass/For when a man has too much intellect/It often happens her missuses it. (p. 438)

Truly, as Cato says, a guilty man/Thinks everybody only talks of him. (p. 439)

The bird wants nothing more but its liberty. (p. 464)

It's here you see desire dominate/And judgement overcome by appetite. (p. 465)

Bad luck to him who knows no better than/To talk too much when he should hold his tongue. (p. 419)

And because faith is dead if deeds are lacking (p. 422)

For when Fortune makes up her mind to fly/Her course no man is able to withhold/Let no one trust in blind prosperity (p. 379)

Whoever knows himself, is truly wise! (p. 383)

The friends that a man makes in good fortune/Become his enemies in bad; I'll wager. (p. 386)

Lechery springs from wine and drunkenness (p. 329)

Love won't be shackled by authority. (p. 294)

Thus they talk and squabble, voicing various doubts/A thing that all ignorant folk are apt/To do, when faced with matters more complex/Than they, in their ignorance, comprehend (p. 280)

All things returning to their true nature rejoice. (p. 290)

By God! On earth I was his purgatory/For which I hope his soul's in Paradise. (p. 162)

For in the stars, clearer than in a glass/Is written, for whoever cares to read/The death of every man; no doubt of it. (p. 120)

He'd never come across Cato's advice/Which lays it down that like should mate with like. (p. 84)

If gold can rust, then what will iron do?/For if a priest be rotten, whom we trust/No wonder if a layman comes to rust/It's shame to see (let every priest take note)/A shitten shepherd and a cleanly sheep. (p. 15)

Yes, in this world, that's how it goes with us;/All frantically seeking happiness/But oftener than not in the wrong place. (p. 35)

What bigger fool than he who is in love? (p. 48)