Trust no friend with that you need fear him if he were your enemy.
Without favour none will know you, and with it you will not know your selfe.
Gaming, women, and wine, while they laugh they make men pine.
The wine in the bottle does not quench thirst.
Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, a box where sweets compacted lie.
Gamsters and race-horses never last long.
He that's foolish in the fault, let him be wise in the punishment.
Read as you taste fruit or savor wine, or enjoy friendship, love, or life.
Still fisheth he that catcheth one.
Good words quench more then a bucket of water.
Play with a foole at home, and he will play with you in the market.
To speake of an Vsurer at the table marres the wine.
When prayers are done, my Lady is ready.
There were no ill language, if it were not ill taken.
To deceive ones selfe is very easie.
A bad dog never sees the Wolfe.
Thinke of ease, but worke on.
Better speake truth rudely, then lye covertly.
Though old and wise, yet still advise.
He thinkes not well, that thinkes not againe.
Quick believers need broad shoulders.
It's not good fishing before the net.
A gift much expected is paid, not given.
The chiefe boxe of health is time.
He that is once borne, once must dy.
Hee is not free that drawes his chaine.
Things well fitted abide.
There come nought out of the sacke but what was there.
In cloths cheap handsomeness, doth bear the bell.
True beauty lives on high. Ours is but a flame borrowed thence.
He that hath children, all his morsels are not his owne.
He that trusts much Obliges much, says the Spaniard.
The love of money and the love of learning rarely meet.
Though you rise early, yet the day comes at his time, and not till then.
Two ill meales make the third a glutton.
Your pot broken seemes better then my whole one.
Praise none too much, for all are fickle.
Knowledge makes one laugh, but wealth makes one dance.
The table robbes more then a thiefe.
The Apothecaries morter spoiles the Luters musick.
Conversation makes one what he is.
The tongue talkes at the heads cost.
Let anger's fire be slow to burn.
A shippe and a woman are ever repairing.
A small heart hath small desires.
He that's long a giving, knowes not how to give.
God gives his wrath by weight, and without weight his mercy.
Hee that hath a Fox for his mate, hath neede of a net at his girdle.