The finest edge is made with the blunt whetstone.

As the best wine doth make the sharpest vinegar, so the deepest love turns to the deadliest hate.

A heat full of coldness, a sweet full of bitterness, a pain full of pleasantness, which maketh thoughts have eyes and hearts ears, bred by desire, nursed by delight, weaned by jealousy, kill'd by dissembling, buried by ingratitude, and this is love.

When adversities flow, then love ebbs; but friendship standeth stiffly in storms.

It is a world to see.

I have ever thought so superstitiously of wit, that I fear I have committed idolatry against wisdom.

The night has a thousand eyes.