A merry companion is as good as a wagon.
Nothing so perilous as procrastination
Long quaffing maketh a short lyfe.
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 world to see.
Where the mind is past hope, the heart is past shame.