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
The finest edge is made with the blunt whetstone.
It is good walking when one hath his horse in hand.
As the best wine doth make the sharpest vinegar, so the deepest love turns to the deadliest hate.
To love women and never enjoy them, is as much to love wine and never taste it.
The night has a thousand eyes.