The corne hides it self in the snow, as an old man in furrs.
He hath great neede of a foole, that plaies the foole himselfe.
He that hath time and looks for better time, time comes that he repents himself of time.
The best smell is bread; the best saver, salt; the best love, that of children.
Everyone puts his fault on the Times.
Two sparrows on one Ear of Corn make an ill agreement.