He that hath time and looks for better time, time comes that he repents himself of time.
You cannot hide an eele in a sacke.
Hee goes not out of his way, that goes to a good Inne.
After so many deaths I live and write.
He that dies without the company of good men puts not himselfe into a good way.
Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, a box where sweets compacted lie.