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A heat full of coldness, a sweet full of bitterness, a pain full of pleasantness, which maketh thoughts have eyes and hearts ears, bred by desire, nursed by delight, weaned by jealousy, kill'd by dissembling, buried by ingratitude, and this is love.

A merry companion is as good as a wagon, For you shall be sure to ride though ye go a foot.

A merry companion is as good as a wagon.

An Englishman hath three qualities, he can suffer no partner in his love, no stranger to be his friend, nor to be dared by any.

As the best wine doth make the sharpest vinegar, so the deepest love turns to the deadliest hate.

Beauty - a deceitful bait with a deadly hook.

[Beauty is] a delicate bait with a deadly hook; a sweet panther with a devouring paunch, a sour poison in a silver pot.

Children and fools speak true.

Cupid and my Campaspe play'd At cards for kisses - Cupid paid: He stakes his quiver, bow, and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows; Loses them too; then down he throws The coral of his lips, the rose Growing one's cheek (but none knows how); With these, the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple of his chin: All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes - She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love! has she done this for thee? What shall, alas! become of me?

Do you think that any one can move the heart but He that made it?

Far more seemly to have thy study full of books, than thy purse full of money.

Fish and guests in three days are stale.

For experience teacheth me that straight trees have crooked roots.

Gentlemen use books as Gentlewomen handle their flowers, who in the morning stick them in their heads, and at night strawe them at their heeles.

He that comes in print because he would be known, is like the fool that comes into the market because he would be seen.

He that loseth his honesty hath nothing else to lose.

If all the earth were paper white / And all the sea were ink / 'Twere not enough for me to write / As my poor heart doth think.

If love be a god, why should not lovers be virtuous?

If thy wealth waste, they wit will give but small warmth.

I have ever thought so superstitiously of wit, that I fear I have committed idolatry against wisdom.

In arguing of the shadow, we forgo the substance.

Instruments sound sweetest when they are touched softest.

It is a blind goose that cometh to the fox's sermon.

It is good walking when one hath his horse in hand.

It is the disposition of the thought that altered the nature of the thing.

It is the eye of the master that fatteth the horse, and the love of the woman that maketh the man.

Lette me stande to the maine chance.

Lips are no part of the head, only made for a double-leaf door for the mouth.

Long quaffing maketh a short lyfe.

Many strokes overthrow the tallest oaks.

Marriage is destinie, made in heaven.

Marriages are made in heaven and consummated on Earth.

None but the lark so shrill and clear; Now at heaven's gate she claps her wings, The morn not waking till she sings.

The bee that hath honey in her mouth hath a sting in her tail.

The broken bone, once set together, is stronger than ever.

The empty vessel giveth a greater sound than the full barrel.

The finest edge is made with the blunt whetstone.

The greater the kindred is, the lesse the kindnesse must bee.

The greatest harm that you can do unto the envious, is to do well.

The measure of love is to have no mean, the end to be everlasting.

The night has a thousand eyes.

There can no great smoke arise, but there must be some fire.

The slothful are always ready to engage in idle talk of what will be done tomorrow, and every day after.

The soft droppes of rain perce the hard marble.

The sun shineth upon the dunghill, and is not corrupted.

The tongue, the ambassador of the heart.

The true measure of life is not length, but honesty.

The wound that bleedeth inward is most dangerous.

Things of greatest profit are set forth with least price. Where the wine is neat there needeth no live blush.

Thou art an heyre to fayre lying, that is nothing, if thou be disinherited of learning, for better were it to thee to inherite righteousnesse then riches, and far more seemly were if for thee to haue thy Studie full of bookes, then thy pursse full of mony.