Patch grief with proverbs
The robb'd that smiles steals something from the thief: He robs himself that spends a bootless grief
Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief
I cannot be a man with wishing, therefore I will die a woman with grieving.
God give them wisdom that have it; and those that are fools let them use their talents
Honesty is the best policy. If I lose mine honor, I lose myself.
My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.
There is not one wise man in twenty that will praise himself.
Of all base passions, fear is the most accursed.
Hanging and Riving goes by destiny.
Service is no heritage.
Praising what is lost Makes the remembrance dear.
Wise men never sit and wail their loss, but cheerily seek how to redress their harms.
What's gone and what's past help should be past grief.
The teeming Autumn big with rich increase, bearing the wanton burden of the prime like widowed wombs after their lords decease.