It's good walking with a horse in ones hand.
Let anger's fire be slow to burn.
Hee that wipes the childs nose, kisseth the mothers cheeke.
There is no heat of affection but is joyned with some idlenesse of brain, says the Spaniard.
Soft and faire goes farre.
Who letts his wife goe to every feast, and his horse drinke at every water, shall neither have good wife nor good horse.