Wine ever paies for his loding.
Hee that wipes the childs nose, kisseth the mothers cheeke.
Speake fitly, or be silent wisely.
When you are an Anvill, hold you still; when you are a hammer, strike your fill.
Shewa good man his errour and he turnes it to a vertue, but an ill, it doubles his fault.
Keep not ill men company, lest you increase the number.