But that he wrought so high the specious tale, as manifested plainly 'twas a lie.
– Ludovico Ariosto
For rarely man escapes his destiny.
– Ludovico Ariosto
From heresy, frenzy and jealousy, good Lord deliver me.
– Ludovico Ariosto
Man proposes, and God disposes.
– Ludovico Ariosto
Nature made him, and then broke the mold.
– Ludovico Ariosto
Still more plain the Tutor, the grave man, nicknamed Adam, White-tied, clerical, silent, with antique square-cut waistcoat, Formal, unchanged, of black cloth, but with sense and feeling beneath it.
– Ludovico Ariosto
Such fire was not by water to be drowned, nor he his nature changed by changing ground.