The fatt man knoweth not, what the leane thinketh.

Though God take the sunne out of the Heaven, yet we must have patience.

The good mother sayes not, Will you? but gives.

Vertue never growes old.

For washing his hands, none sels his lands.

None is so wise, but the foole overtakes him.

Whether you boyle snow or pound it, you can have but water of it.