Fine dressing is a foule house swept before the doores.
Go not for every grief to the physician, nor for every quarrell to the lawyer, nor for every thirst to the pot.
Who likes not the drinke, God deprives him of bread.
To a child all weather is cold.
Love your neighbor, yet pull not down your hedge.
If you could runne, as you drinke, you might catch a hare.