Being your slave what should I do but tend, Upon the hours, and times of your desire? I have no precious time at all to spend; Nor services to do till you require.
It is a wise father that knows his own child.
What a fool honesty is.
Adversity makes strange bedfellows.
Most dear actors, eat no onions nor garlic, for we are to utter sweet breath.
The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness, And in the taste confounds the appetite: Therefore love moderately— long love doth so.