Grief best is pleased with grief's society.
The prince of darkness is a gentleman!
Some report a sea-maid spawn'd him; some that he was begot between two stock-fishes. But it is certain that when he makes water his urine is congealed ice.
Fools are as like husbands as pilchards are to herrings, the husband's the bigger.
Nothing 'gainst Times scythe can make defence.
O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!