A beane in liberty is better then a comfit in prison.
Thou that hast given so much to me give me one thing more, a grateful heart: not thankful when it pleaseth me, as if Thy blessings had spare days, but such a heart whose pulse may be Thy praise.
Who hath no hast in his businesse, mountaines to him seeme valleys.
Everyone thinks his sack heaviest.
It's an ill aire where wee gaine nothing.
Good words are worth much, and cost little.