Things sweet to taste prove in digestion sour.
I count myself in nothing else so happy as in a soul remembering my good Friends
Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.
Temptation is the fire that brings up the scum of the heart.
So distribution should undo excess, and each man have enough.
Ay, but hearken, sir; though the chameleon Love can feed on the air, I am one that am nourished by my victuals, and would fain have meat.