On painting and fighting looke aloofe. [On painting and fighting look aloof.]
Presse a stick, and it seemes a youth.
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.
Avoid,Profaneness; come not here: Nothing but holy, pure, and clear, Or that which groaneth to be so, May at his peril further go.
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.
The tree that growes slowly, keepes it selfe for another.
The wolf must die in his own skin.
He--the country parson--is not witty or learned or eloquent, but holy.
In thy discourse, if thou desire to please; All such is courteous, useful, new, or wittie: Usefulness comes by labour, wit byease; Courtesie grows in court; news in the citie.
Almes never make poore.
If we can possibly avoid wrecking this little planet of ours, we will, But-there must be risks! There must be. In experimental work there always are!
By all means use sometimes to be alone. Salute thyself: see what thy soul doth wear. Dare to look in thy chest; for 'Tis thine own: And tumble up and down what thou findst there. Who cannot rest till he good fellows find, he breaks up house, turns out of doors his mind.
Lie not, neither to thyself, nor man, nor God. Let mouth and heart be one; beat and speak together, and make both felt in action. It is for cowards to lie.
Bee not idle and you shall not bee longing.
Cover your selfe with your shield, and care not for cryes.
Diseases of the eye are to bee cured with the elbow.
Dogs are fine in the field.
Evening words are not like to morning.
Every bees hony is sweet.
Every sin brings its punishment with it.
Give not S. Peter so much, to leave Saint Paul nothing. [Give not Saint Peter so much, to leave Saint Paul nothing.]
Hee that doth what hee will, doth not what he ought.
Hee that is in a Taverne thinkes he is in a vine-garden.
Hee that loves the tree, loves the branch.
Honour and profit lie not in one sacke. [Honour and profit lie not in one sack.]
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