Sweet is revenge — especially to women.

Pleasure's a sin, and sometimes sin's a pleasure.

All who joy would win
Must share it,—happiness was born a twin.

Alas, the love of women! it is known
To be a lovely and a fearful thing.

All tragedies are finish'd by a death,
All comedies are ended by a marriage.

Ah, surely nothing dies but something mourns.

And, after all, what is a lie? 'Tis but
The truth in masquerade.

Cervantes smiled Spain's chivalry away.

'Tis strange, — but true; for truth is always strange;
Stranger than fiction.