The sun shineth upon the dunghill, and is not corrupted.
As the best wine doth make the sharpest vinegar, so the deepest love turns to the deadliest hate.
The true measure of life is not length, but honesty.
It is good walking when one hath his horse in hand.
Where the mind is past hope, the heart is past shame.
If thy wealth waste, they wit will give but small warmth.