Full wise is he that can himselven knowe.
All good things must come to an end.
. . . 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. . . .
Woe to the cook whose sauce has no sting.
One shouldn't be too inquisitive in life Either about God's secrets or one's wife.
And she was fair as is the rose in May.