How much an ill word may empoison liking!
A pal is one that is aware you while you are, understands where you have already been, accepts whatever you are becoming, and continue to, carefully means that you can develop.
Flower of this purple dye, Hit with Cupid's archery, Sink in apple of his eye.
Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.
You lack the season of all natures, sleep.
Lord Bacon told Sir Edward Coke when he was boasting, The less you speak of your greatness, the more shall I think of it.