Where every something, being blent together turns to a wild of nothing.

He that is thy friend indeed, He will help thee in thy need: If thou sorrow, he will weep; If thou wake, he cannot sleep: Thus of every grief in heart He with thee does bear a part. These are certain signs to know Faithful friend from flattering foe.

A cup of hot wine with not a drop of allaying Tiber in 't.

The villany you teach me I shall execute; and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.

All that glitters is not gold; Often have you heard that told: Many a man his life has sold But my outside to behold: Gilded tombs do worms enfold Had you been as wise as bold, Your in limbs, in judgment old, Your answer had not been in'scroll'd Fare you well: your suit is cold.' Cold, indeed, and labour lost: Then, farewell, heat and welcome, frost!

Get thee glass eyes, and like a scurvy politician, seem to see the things thou dost not.

Scorn, at first, makes after-love the more.