As the yellow gold is tried in fire, so the faith of friendship must be seen in adversity.
Ere land and sea and the all-covering sky Were made, in the whole world the countenance Of nature was the same, all one, well named Chaos, a raw and undivided mass, Naught but a lifeless bulk, with warring seeds Of ill-joined elements compressed together.
He who would not be idle, let him fall in love.
That tuneful nymph, the babbling Echo.
To give requires good sense.
He is a foolish swimmer who swims against the stream, when he might take the current sideways.