It's absurd to warme one in his armour.

It is part of a poor spirit to undervalue himself and blush.

Throw away thy rod, throw away thy wrath; O my God, take the gentle path.

Drink not the third glass, which thou canst not tame, when once it is within thee.

A little labour, much health.

All are presumed good till they are found at fault.

Had you the world on your Chesse-bord, you could not fill all to your mind.