It is the bright day that brings forth the adder, and that craves wary walking.
Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time.
Fill all thy bones with aches.
Adversity makes strange bedfellows.
Tear-falling pity dwells not in this eye.
Hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram; The marigold, that goes to bed wi' the sun, and with him rise weeping.