People’s good deeds we write in water. The evil deeds are etched in brass.

I see, sir, you are liberal in offers. You taught me first to beg, and now methinks You teach me how a beggar should be answered.

A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm

I will not be sworn but love may transform me to an oyster

For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; Lillies that fester smell far worse than weeds.

My heart is turned to stone; I strike it, and it hurts my hand.

A flock of blessings light upon thy back