O what a sight were Man, if his attires Did alter with his minde; And like a dolphins skinne, his clothes combin'd With his desires!
Little losses amaze, great tame.
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.
Gossips are frogs, they drinke and talke.
Take heed of foul dirty wayes, and long sicknesse.
Wine that cost nothing is digested before it be drunke.