My heart is wax molded as she pleases, but enduring as marble to retain.
Soul of fibre and heart of oak.
Tell me what company thou keepest and I'll tell thee what thou art.
I have other fish to fry.
Cunning cheats itself wholly, and other people partially.
I know well enough that there have been dogs so loving that they have thrown themselves into the same grave with the dead bodies of their masters.