With customes wee live well, but Lawes undoe us.
There is no heat of affection but is joyned with some idlenesse of brain, says the Spaniard.
The first service a child doth his father is to make him foolish.
The eye will have his part.
Silkes and Satins put out the fire in the chimney.
Hee goes not out of his way, that goes to a good Inne.