In a false quarrel there is no true valor.
To have seen much and to have nothing is to have rich eyes and poor hands.
Love goes toward love.
Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere.
Much rain wears the marble.
No, no; 'tis all men's office to speak patience To those that wring under the load of sorrow, But no man's virtue nor sufficiency To be so moral when he shall endure The like himself. Therefore give me no counsel: My griefs cry louder than advertisement.