There can no great smoke arise, but there must be some fire.
In arguing of the shadow, we forgo the substance.
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.
It is a blind goose that cometh to the fox's sermon.
All men [are] of one metal, but not in one mold.
The soft droppes of rain perce the hard marble.