He that sleeps feels not the tooth-ache
wert thou as far As that vast shore washed with the farthest sea, I would adventure for such merchandise.
You are an alchemist; make gold of that.
But shall we wear these glories for a day? Or shall they last, and we rejoice in them?
I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest.
The devil shall have his bargain; for he was never yet a breaker of proverbs--he will give the devil his due.