The sun shineth upon the dunghill, and is not corrupted. Martin tunes his pipe to the lamentable note of Ora whine meg. Night has a thousand eyes. A friend is solace in grief and in joy, a merry companion. Where the streame runneth smoothest, the water is deepest.
Delays breed dangers.
As the best wine doth make the sharpest vinegar, so the deepest love turneth to the deadliest hate. Marriages are made in heaven and consummated on Earth. 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. I thank you for nothing, because I understand nothing. Instruments sound sweetest when they are touched softest.