Friendship is full of dregs.
Sweetest nut hath sourest rind.
So are you to my thoughts as food to life, or as sweet seasoned showers are to the ground.
I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow, than a man swear he loves me.
If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottage princes' palaces.
Men are April when they woo, December when they wed.