And do as adversaries do in law, strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends.
He that will have a cake out of the wheat must tarry the grinding.
The hand of little employment hath the daintier sense.
Silence is the perfectest herault of joy. I were but little happy if I could say how much.
Have you not a moist eye, a dry hand, a yellow cheek, a white beard, a decreasing leg, an increasing belly? Is not your voice broken, your wind short, your chin double, your wit single, and every part about you blasted with antiquity?
There is no sure foundation set on blood, No certain life achieved by others' death.