The crow bewailes the sheepe, and then eates it.
Two ill meales make the third a glutton.
Hee that marries for wealth sells his liberty.
Throw away thy rod, throw away thy wrath; O my God, take the gentle path.
Whatsoever was the father of a disease, an ill diet was the mother.
The best smell is bread; the best saver, salt; the best love, that of children.