Take the gentle path.
The Catt sees not the mouse ever.
Take all that is given whether wealth, love or language, nothing comes by mistake and with good digestion all can be turned to health.
By the needle you shall draw the thread, and by that which is past, see how that which is to come will be drawne on.
Praise the Sea, but keepe on land.
If gold knew what gold is, gold would get gold I wis.
Hee that hath one hogge makes him fat, and hee that hath one son makes him a foole.
It's good walking with a horse in ones hand.
Good & quickly seldome meete.
Hee that workes after his owne manner, his head akes not at the matter.
A discontented man knowes not where to sit easie.
Lord, with what care hast Thou begirt us round! Parents first season us; then schoolmasters deliver us to laws; they send us bound to rules of reason, holy messengers, pulpits and Sundays, sorrow dogging sin, afflictions sorted, anguish of all sizes, fine nets and stratagems to catch us in, bibles laid open, millions of surprises, blessings beforehand, ties of gratefulness, the sound of glory ringing in our ears: without, our shame; within, our consciences; angels and grace, eternal hopes and fears. Yet all these fences and their whole array one cunning bosom-sin blows quite away.
Love without end, hath no end, says the Spaniard: (meaning, if it were not begun on particular ends, it would last).
Slander is a shipwrack by a dry Tempest.
Who eates the Kings Goose uoydes the feathers an hundred years after. [Who eats the king's goose voids the feathers a hundred years after.]
I wept when I was borne, and every day shewes why. [I wept when I was born and every day explains why.]
Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, a box where sweets compacted lie.
Without businesse debauchery.
With customes wee live well, but Lawes undoe us.
When prayers are done, my Lady is ready.
Read as you taste fruit or savor wine, or enjoy friendship, love, or life.
Beare with evill, and expect good.
Those that God loves, do not live long.
That flesh is but the glasse, which holds the dust That measures all our time; which also shall Be crumbled into dust.
He is not poore that hath little, but he that desireth much.
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