In time the savage bull doth bear the yoke.
I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion.
Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.
When the sea was calm all ships alike showed mastership in floating.
Some innocents 'scape not the thunderbolt.
Yet but three come one more. Two of both kinds make up four. Ere she comes curst and sad. Cupid is a knavish lad. Thus to make poor females mad.