Love has both its gall and honey in abundance: it has sweetness to the taste, but it presents bitterness also to satiety.

The fool too late, his substance eaten up, reckons the cost.

He that would eat the nut must crack the shell.

You drown him by your talk.

Know this, that troubles come swifter than the things we desire.

To waste one's breath; to pump into a sieve.

We only appreciate the comforts of life in their loss.