Who hath a Wolfe for his mate, needes a Dog for his man.

Of faire things, the Autumne is faire.

Ill comes in by ells, and goes out by inches.

Tis hard to be wretched, but worse to be knowne so.

There come nought out of the sacke but what was there.

A scepter is one thing, and a ladle another.

The best mirror is an old friend.