The proverb is something musty.
One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.
All places that the eye of heaven visits Are to a wise man ports and happy havens. Teach thy necessity to reason thus; There is no virtue like necessity.
Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber.
O, full of scorpions is my mind!
If ever (as that ever may be near) you meet in some fresh cheek the power of fancy, then shall you know the wounds invisible that love's keen, arrows make.