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.

In arguing of the shadow, we forgo the substance.

All men [are] of one metal, but not in one mold.

Instruments sound sweetest when they are touched softest.

I thank you for nothing, because I understand nothing.

A Rose is sweeter in the budde than full blowne.

The broken bone, once set together, is stronger than ever.