The tree that growes slowly, keepes it selfe for another.
An upbraided morsell never choaked any.
Warre and Physicke are governed by the eye.
Hee that makes a thing too fine, breakes it.
Go not for every grief to the physician, nor for every quarrell to the lawyer, nor for every thirst to the pot.
Happier are the hands compast with yron, then a heart with thoughts.