Lawn as white as driven snow; Cyprus black as e'er was crow; Gloves as sweet as damask roses.
Sin will pluck on sin.
What's his offense? Groping for trout in a peculiar river.
Art made tongue-tied by authority.
No man means evil but the devil, and we shall know him by his horns.
Do not swear by the moon, for she changes constantly. Then your love would also change.