Sinnes are not knowne till they bee acted.
Hee pays too deare for honey that licks it from thornes.
Dry feet, warme head, bring safe to bed.
Shewa good man his errour and he turnes it to a vertue, but an ill, it doubles his fault.
An examin'd enterprize goes on boldly.
There is no heat of affection but is joyned with some idlenesse of brain, says the Spaniard.