Old friends become bitter enemies on a sudden for toys and small…

I would help others, out of a fellow-feeling.

The Chinese say that we Europeans have one eye, they themselves two, all the world else is blinde.

All my joys to this are folly Naught so sweet as melancholy.

I had a heavy heart and an ugly head, a kind of impostume in my head, which I was very desirous to be unladen of.

A blow with a word strikes deeper than a blow with a sword.

They lard their lean books with the fat of others' works.