thy wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is a most sharp sauce.

Weariness can snore upon the flint when resting sloth finds the down pillow hard.

I understand thy kisses, and thou mine, And that's a feeling disputation.

And oftentimes excusing of a fault Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse, As patches set upon a little breach, Discredit more in hiding of the fault Than did the fault before it was so patch'd.

Adversity makes strange bedfellows.

When you fear a foe, fear crushes your strength; and this weakness gives strength to your opponents.

Faint heart never won fair maid.