When we risk no contradiction, It prompts the tongue to deal in fiction.
Fair is the marigold, for pottage meet.
If the heart of a man is depressed with cares, The mist is dispelled when a woman appears.
Envy's a sharper spur than pay: No author ever spar'd a brother; Wits are gamecocks to one another.
You can only be called a hypocrite if you judge others first.
Can love be controll'd by advice?