In an hundred elles of contention, there is not an inch of love.
None is so wise, but the foole overtakes him.
Ill natures, the more you aske them, the more they stick.
I had rather ride on an ass that carries me than a horse that throws me.
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.
Be thrifty, but not covetous.