It's a wicked thing to make a dearth ones garner.

It's an ill councell that hath no escape.

Shewa good man his errour and he turnes it to a vertue, but an ill, it doubles his fault.

God provides for him that trusteth.

Reason and speech we onely bring.

Vertue never growes old.

Two sparrows on one Ear of Corn make an ill agreement.