Every man's censure is first moulded in his own nature.
Two ill meales make the third a glutton.
Who hath bitter in his mouth, spits not all sweet.
All things in their beeing are good for something.
By the needle you shall draw the thread, and by that which is past, see how that which is to come will be drawne on.
The masters eye fattens the horse, and his foote the ground.