Lette me stande to the maine chance.
Though women have small force to overcome men by reason; yet have they good fortune to undermine them by policy.
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.
Far more seemly to have thy study full of books, than thy purse full of money.
There can no great smoke arise, but there must be some fire.
The night has a thousand eyes.