There is a remedy for every thing, could men find it.
Hee that would be a Gentleman, let him goe to an assault.
Hee that hath one hogge makes him fat, and hee that hath one son makes him a foole.
There needs a long time to know the worlds pulse.
In cloths cheap handsomeness, doth bear the bell.
The great would have none great and the little all little.