It's a wicked thing to make a dearth ones garner.
Hee that hath one hogge makes him fat, and hee that hath one son makes him a foole.
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.
The perswasion of the fortunate swaies the doubtfull.
Trust not one night's ice.
Great trees are good for nothing but shade.