In good yeares corne is hay, in ill yeares straw is corne.
We live in an age that hath more need of good example than precepts.
Hunger makes dinners, pastime suppers.
Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright, / The bridal of the earth and sky.
God's breath in man returning to his birth, The soul in paraphrase, heart in pilgrimage.
The ill that comes out of our mouth falles into our bosome.