As the best wine doth make the sharpest vinegar, so the deepest love turns to the deadliest hate.
In misery it is great comfort to have a companion.
Children and fools speak true.
To give reason for fancy were to weigh the fire, and measure the wind.
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 good walking when one hath his horse in hand.