Time goes on crutches till love have all his rites.
Things are often spoke and seldom meant.
Fishes live in the sea, as men do a-land; the great ones eat up the little ones.
My glass shall not persuade me I am old, So long as youth and thou are of one date; But when in thee time's furrows I behold, Then look I death my days should expiate.
Love does not see with the eyes, but with the soul.
The Hebrew will turn Christian; he grows kind.