And though you duck them ne'er so long, Not one salt drop e'er wets their tongue; On eagles' wings immortal scandals fly, While virtuous actions are but borne to die.

And there's a lust in man no charm can tame Of loudly publishing our neighbour's shame; On eagles' wings immortal scandals fly, While virtuous actions are but borne to die.

No one rejoices more in revenge than woman. [Lat., Vindicta Nemo magis gaudet quam foemina.]

Revenge is always the weak pleasure of a little and narrow mind. [Lat., Semper et infirmi est animi exiguique voluptas Ultio.]

Revenge is sweeter than life itself. So think fools. [Lat., At vindicta bonum vita jucundius ipsa nempe hoc indocti.]

Whenever fortune wishes to joke, she lifts people from what is humble to the highest extremity of affairs. [Lat., Ex humili magna ad fastigia rerum Extollit, quoties voluit fortuna jocari.]