Though you rise early, yet the day comes at his time, and not till then.
Had you the world on your Chesse-bord, you could not fill all to your mind.
The Chollerick drinkes, the Melancholick eats, the Flegmatick sleepes.
Citties are taken by the eares.
Who spits against heaven, it falls in his face.
He that riseth first, is first drest.