To mingle friendship far is mingling bloods.

But love is blind and lovers cannot see

Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?

For which of my bad parts didst thou first fall in love with me?

Desperate times breed desperate measures

Then is it sin to rush into the secret house of death. Ere death dare come to us?

Have more than thou showest, Speak less than thou knowest, Lend less than thou owest.