The tongue, the ambassador of the heart.
A clere conscience is a sure carde.
The sun shineth upon the dunghill, and is not corrupted.
A comely olde man as busie as a bee.
In misery it is great comfort to have a companion.
I am of this mind, that might and malice, deceit and treachery perjury and impiety may lawfully be committed in love; which is lawless.