Ever since we weare cloathes, we know not one another.
Whatsoever was the father of a disease, an ill diet was the mother.
Love without end, hath no end, says the Spaniard: (meaning, if it were not begun on particular ends, it would last).
When you are an Anvill, hold you still; when you are a hammer, strike your fill.
He that contemplates hath a day without night.
A dwarf on a giant's shoulder, sees further of the two.