A merry companion is as good as a wagon |
As the best wine doth make the sharpest vinegar, so the deepest love turneth to the deadliest hate. |
Cupid and my Campaspe played / At cards for kisses, Cupid paid. |
Cupid and my Campaspe played / At cards for kisses, Cupid paid. |
He that loseth his honesty hath nothing else to lose. |
It is a blind goose that cometh to the fox's sermon |
It is a blind goose that cometh to the fox's sermon |
It seems to me (said she) that you are in some brown study. |
Long quaffing maketh a short lyfe |
Many strokes overthrow the tallest oaks. |
Marriages are made in heaven and consummated on Earth. |
Night hath a thousand eyes |
None but the lark so shrill and clear; / How at heaven's gates she claps her wings, / The morn not waking till she sings. |
The empty vessel giveth a greater sound than the full barrel |
The sun shineth upon the dunghill, and is not corrupted |