I did never know so full a voice issue from so empty a heart. But the saying is true: "The empty vessel makes the greatest sound."
The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness, And in the taste confounds the appetite.
Winter tames man, woman, and beast.
How much better is it to weep at joy than to joy at weeping!
What, will the line stretch out to the crack of doom?
God's benison go with you, and with those That would make good of bad, and friends of foes!
Who are the violets now That strew the green lap of the new-come spring?
Th' abuse of greatness is when it disjoins Remorse from power.
But that a joy past joy calls out on me, It were a grief, so brief to part with thee.
I do forgive thy robbery, gentle thief, Although thou steal thee all my poverty; And yet love knows, it is a greater grief To bear love's wrong, than hate's known injury.