Hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram; The marigold, that goes to bed wi' the sun, and with him rise weeping.
It is meant that noble minds keep ever with their likes; for who so firm that cannot be seduced.
He is not great who is not greatly good.
For 'tis the sport to have the engineerHoist with his own petard.
Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.
Though it be honest, it is never good to bring bad news.