Some sports are painful; but their labour, Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them. Some men must love my lady, and some Joan. Society (saith the text) is the happiness of life. Sowed cockle reaped no corn. Superfluity comes sooner by white hairs, but competency lives longer. Soft stillness, and the night, Become the touches of sweet harmony. Since the little wit that fools have was silenced, the little foolery that wise men have makes a great show. Some sins do bear their privilege on earth. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Small cheer and great welcome makes a merry feast. Should all despair That have revolted wives, the tenth of mankind Would hang themselves. Slander lives upon succession 1; For ever housed, where it gets possession. Strong reasons make strong actions. Sorrow ends not when it seemeth done. Small showers last long, but sudden storms are short. Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours, Makes the night morning, and the noon-tide night. Sweet love, changing his property, Turns to the sourest and most deadly hate. Self-love is not so vile a sin As self-neglecting. Soldiers' stomachs always serve them well. Small curs are not regarded when they grin, Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep. Small things make base men proud. Suspicion ever haunts the guilty mind; Sweet flowers are slow, and weeds make haste. Short summers lightly* have a forward spring. * Commonly, usually. Supple knees feed arrogance. Sometimes we are devils to ourselves, When we will tempt the frailty of our powers, Presuming on their changeful potency. Sweet love is food for fortune's tooth. Soldiers should brook as little wrongs as gods. Since the affairs of men rest still uncertain, Some innocents 'scape not the thunderbolt. Some griefs are medicinable. Service is not service, so being done, Stony limits cannot hold love out; And what love can do, that dares love attempt. |