Children and fools speak true.
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.
Where the mind is past hope, the heart is past shame.
It is a world to see.
In misery it is great comfort to have a companion.
Be valyaunt, but not too venturous. Let thy attyre bee comely, but not costly.