If I must die, I will encounter darkness as a bride, and hug it in mine arms.
It were a grief so brief to part with thee. Farewell.
Most dangerous is that temptation that doth goad us on to sin in loving virtue.
To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof little more than a little is by much too much.
This is no time to lend money, especially upon bare friendship without security.
In time the savage bull doth bear the yoke.