Good hay, sweet hay, hath no fellow.
But I am constant as the northern star, Of whose true-fix'd and resting quality There is no fellow in the firmament
This fellow is wise enough to play the fool; And to do that well craves a kind of wit
I to the world am like a drop of waterThat in the ocean seeks another drop,Who, falling there to find his fellow forth,Unseen, inquisitive, confounds himself.
I may justly say with the hook-nosed fellow of Rome, "I came, saw and overcame".
A very scurvy fellow.
There's neither honesty, manhood, nor good fellowship in thee.
Adversity makes strange bedfellows.