Between the businesse of life and the day of death, a space ought to be interposed.

Teach me, my God and king In all things thee to see And what I do in anything To do it as for thee

For want of a naile the shoe is lost, for want of a shoe the horse is lost, for want of a horse the rider is lost.

To a greedy eating horse a short halter.

Speake not of a dead man at the table.

A bad workman quarrels with his tools.

Pleasing ware is half sold.