Youth is the time of getting, middle age of improving, and old age of spending.
Let Greeks be Greeks, and women what they are.
The world no longer lets me love, My hope and treasure are above.
Sweet words are like honey, a little may refresh, but too much gluts the stomach.
Flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone, I here, though there, yet both but one.
Iron till it be thoroughly heated is incapable to be wrought; so God sees good to cast some men into the furnace of affliction, and then beats them on His anvil into what frame He desires.