Though patience be a tired mare, yet she will plod.

This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues,Was once thought honest.

love is blind and lovers cannot see the pretty follies that themselves commit

What else may hap, to time I will commit.

A grandma's name is little less in love than is the doting title of a mother.

The proverb is something musty.

But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool.