Gnawing with my teeth my bonds in sunder, I gain'd my freedom.
Absence doth sharpen love, presence strengthens it; the one brings fuel, the other blows it till it burns clear.
How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds makes ill deeds done!
Put money in thy purse.
O father Abram, what these Christians are, Whose own hard dealing teaches them suspect The thoughts of others!
Plenty and peace breed cowards; hardness ever of hardiness is mother.