Every mile is two in winter
He that feares leaves, let him not goe into the wood.
The God of love my shepherd is, And he that doth me feed: While he is mine, and I am his, What can I want or need?
Every thing is of use to a houskeeper.
In cloths cheap handsomeness, doth bear the bell.
He that hath one foot in the straw, hath another in the spittle.