Why, all delights are vain; but that most vain, Which, with pain purchas'd, doth inherit pain.
Receive what cheer you may. The night is long that never finds the day.
Small to greater matters must give way.
The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burnt on the water.
The appurtenance of welcome is fashion and ceremony.
To mingle friendship far is mingling bloods.