I can get no remedy against this consumption of the purse: borrowing only lingers and lingers it out, but the disease is incurable.
Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.
God shall be my hope, my stay, my guide and lantern to my feet.
Of all the flowers, me thinks a rose is best.
These times of woe afford no time to woo.
Every great drama has its foreshadow.