Who then may trust the dice, at Fortune's throw?
One shouldn't be too inquisitive in life Either about God's secrets or one's wife.
Patience is a conquering virtue.
My house is small, but you are learned men And by your arguments can make a place Twenty foot broad as infinite as space.
. . . if gold rust, what then will iron do?/ For if a priest be foul in whom we trust/ No wonder that a common man should rust. . . .
Many small make a great.