Every one hath a foole in his sleeve.
Faire words makes mee looke to my purse.
He that hath lands hath quarrells.
Hee begins to die, that quits his desires.
If great men would have care of little ones, both would last long.
Of him that speakes ill, consider the life more then the word. [Of him that speaks ill, consider the life more than the word.]
On painting and fighting looke aloofe. [On painting and fighting look aloof.]
Presse a stick, and it seemes a youth.
Reason lies betweene the spurre and the bridle. [Reason lies between the spur and the bridle.]
The Italians are wise before the deede, the Germanes in the deede, the French after the deede. [The Italians are wise before the deed, the Germens in the deed, the French after the deed.]
When God will, no winde but brings raine.
Curtesie on one side only lasts not long.
Drought never brought dearth.
If you must flie, flie well.
In a retreat the lame are formost. [In a retreat the lame are foremost.]
In every countrey the sun rises in the morning. [In every country the sun rises in the morning.]
In the world who knowes not to swimme, goes to the bottome. [In the world, who knows not to swim goes to the bottom.]
Infants manners are moulded more by the example of Parents, then by stars at their nativities.
Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timbered, never gives; But though the whole world turn to coal, Then chiefly lives.
Money, thou bane of bliss, and source of woe, Whence cam'st thou, that thou art so fresh and fine? I know thy parentage is base and low: Man found thee poor and dirty in a mine.
Everyone puts his fault on the Times.
The Sundaies of man's life, Thredded together on time's string, Make bracelets to adorn the wife Of the eternal, glorious King. On Sunday heaven's gates stand ope; Blessings are plentiful and rife. More plentiful than hope.
Sweet rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is even in the grave, And thou must die.
Avoid,Profaneness; come not here: Nothing but holy, pure, and clear, Or that which groaneth to be so, May at his peril further go.
The tree that growes slowly, keepes it selfe for another.
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