The Mr. absent, and the house dead.
God strikes not with both hands, for to the sea he made heavens, and to rivers foords.
For want of a naile the shoe is lost, for want of a shoe the horse is lost, for want of a horse the rider is lost.
A faire death honours the whole life.
The Wolfe knowes, what the ill beast thinkes.
Everyone puts his fault on the Times.