The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet.
Thou hast the most unsavoury similes.
You kiss by th' book.
God shall be my hope, my stay, my guide and lantern to my feet.
[Marriage is] a world-without-end bargain.
... the spring, the summer, The chilling autumn, angry winter, change Their wonted liveries; and the mazed world By their increase, now knows not which is which.