Good cable, to enforce and draw, And be thy law, While thou didst wink and wouldst not see.

The corne hides it self in the snow, as an old man in furrs.

Take heed of winde that comes in at a hole, and a reconciled Enemy.

To write a verse or two is all the praise That I can raise.

One hour's sleep before midnight is worth three after.

Little wealth, little care.

Woe to the house where there is no chiding.