Sweet words are like honey, a little may refresh, but too much gluts the stomach.
My love is such that rivers cannot quench.
If we had not winter, the spring would not be so pleasant; if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.
If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant.
I wish my Sun may never set, but burn.
My hope and treasure lies above.
Sin and shame ever go together; he that would be freed from the last must be sure to shun the company of the first.
But man grows old, lies down, remains where once he’s laid.
Authority without wisdom is like a heavy ax without an edge – fitter to bruise than polish.
If ever two were one, then surely we. If ever man were loved by wife, then thee.
Wisdom with an inheritance is good, but wisdom without an inheritance is better than an inheritance without wisdom.