They do not abuse the king that flatter him. For flattery is the bellows blows up sin; The thing the which is flattered, but a spark To which that blast gives heat and stronger glowing.
Friendship is full of dregs.
The daintiest last, to make the end most sweet.
The past is prologue.
The moon, like to a silver bow new bent in heaven.
Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light