Adversity makes strange bedfellows.

This rudeness is a sauce to his good wit, Which gives men stomach to digest his words With better appetite.

The old folk, time's doting chronicles.

My chastity's the jewel of our house, bequeathed down from many ancestors.

But here's the joy: my friend and I are one, Sweet flattery!

My crown is in my heart, not on my head; not decked with diamonds and Indian stones, nor to be seen: my crown is called content, a crown it is that seldom kings enjoy.

The labor we delight in physics [cures] pain.