Between the businesse of life and the day of death, a space ought to be interposed.
For washing his hands, none sels his lands.
Had you the world on your Chesse-bord, you could not fill all to your mind.
Follow not truth too near the heels, lest it dash out thy teeth.
The world is now adayes, God save the Conquerour.
A man of great memory without learning hath a rock and a spindle and no staff to spin.