Verily, great grace may go with a little gift; and precious are all things that come from a friend.

Faults are beauties in a lover's eye.

Cats love to sleep softly.

The godly seed fares well: the wicked’s is accurst.

Heaven’s eternal wisdom has decreed, that man should ever stand in need of man.

Faults are beauties, when survey’d by love.

Age overtakes us all; Our temples first; then on o’er cheek and chin, Slowly and surely, creep the frosts of Time. Up and do somewhat, ere thy limbs are sere.

Sameron adion aso I shall sing a sweeter song tomorrow.

The Greeks got into Troy by trying, my pretties; everything’s done by trying.

Trying will do anything in this world.