Praise day at night, and life at the end.
Bells call others, but themselves enter not into the Church.
A fair day in winter is the mother of a storme.
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.
A jade eates as much as a good horse.
Hast comes not alone.