There can no great smoke arise, but there must be some fire.
Where the streame runneth smoothest, the water is deepest.
Where the mind is past hope, the heart is past shame.
Time draweth wrinkles in a fair face, but addeth fresh colors to a fast friend, which neither heat, nor cold, nor misery, nor place, nor destiny, can alter or diminish
Love knoweth no laws.
Long quaffing maketh a short lyfe.