Modesty sets off one newly come to honour.
Praise a hill, but keepe below.
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.
Had you the world on your Chesse-bord, you could not fill all to your mind.
Two sparrows on one Ear of Corn make an ill agreement.
To him that will, waies are not wanting.