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A heat full of coldness, a sweet full of bitterness, a pain full of pleasantness, which maketh thoughts have eyes, and hearts, and ears; bred by desire, nursed by delight, weaned by jealousy, killed by dissembling, buried by ingratitude; and this is love.
Do you think that any one can move the heart but He that made it?
It is a blind goose that cometh to the fox's sermon.
The empty vessel giveth a greater sound than the full barrel.
The tongue, the ambassador of the heart.
The true measure of life is not length, but honesty.
Time draweth wrinkles in a fair face, but addeth fresh colors to a fast friend, which neither heat, nor cold, nor misery, nor place, nor destiny, can alter or diminish.
To give reason for fancy were to weigh the fire, and measure the wind.
We might knit that knot with our tongues that we shall never undo with our teeth.
When parents put gold into the hands of youth, when they should put a rod under their girdle--when instead of awe they make them past grace, and leave them rich executors of goods, and poor executors of godliness, then it is no marvel that the son being left rich by his father's will, becomes reckless by his own will.
Where the mind is past hope, the heart is past shame.
Cupid and my Campaspe play'd
At cards for kisses; Cupid paid;
He stakes his quiver, bow and arrows,
His mother's doves, and team of sparrows;
Loses them too; then down he throws
The coral of his lip,--the rose
Growing on 's cheek (but none knows how)
With these, the crystal on his brow,
And then the dimple of his chin;
All these did my campaspe win.
At last he set her both his eyes,
She won, and Cupid blind did rise.
O Love! hath she done this to thee?
What shall, alas! become of me?
- Alexander and Campaspe
(act III, sc. V, song) [Love]
None but the lark so shrill and clear;
Now at heaven's gate she claps her wings,
The morn not waking till she sings.
- Alexander and Campaspe (act V, sc. 1)
Children and fooles speake true.
- Endymion [Truth]
There can no great smoke arise, but there must be some fire.
- Euphes and his Emphoebus (p. 153),
(Arber's Reprint) [Fire]
A penny for your thought.
- Euphues [Thought]
It is better to poyson hir with the sweet bait of love.
- Euphues [Love]
Let the falling out of friends be a renewing of affection.
- Euphues [Friends]
Nothing is more hateful than love.
- Euphues [Love]
Take heede, Camilla, that seeking al the Woode for a streight sticke, you chuse not at the last a crooked staffe.
- Euphues [Matrimony]
Thou shalt come out of a warme Sunne into God's blessing.
- Euphues [Sun]
Things of greatest profit are set forth with least price. Where the wine is neat there needeth no live blush.
- Euphues (A, 3) [Wine and Spirits]
A cleere conscience is a sure carde.
- Euphues (p. 207), Arbor's reprint
Who wer as lyke as one pease is to another.
- Euphues (p. 215) [Comparison]
All fish are not caught with flies.
- Euphues (p. 350) [Fishing : Proverbs]
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