When a man sleepes, his head is in his stomach.

Of the smells, bread; of the tastes, salt.

Such a Saint, such an offering.

Faire language grates not the tongue.

Hee that keepes his owne makes warre.

Every one is weary, the poore in seeking, the rich in keeping, the good in learning.

Astrologie is true, but the Astrologers cannot finde it.