The Divell never assailes a man, except he find him either void of knowledge, or of the fear of God.
Ill natures, the more you aske them, the more they stick.
Hope is the poor man's bread.
Whether goest, griefe? where I am wont.
Praise none too much, for all are fickle.
Hee that stumbles and falles not, mends his pace.