Two ill meales make the third a glutton.
Perversnes makes one squint ey'd.
Hee that hath one hogge makes him fat, and hee that hath one son makes him a foole.
Vnder water, famine; under snow, bread.
He puls with a long rope, that waits for anothers death.
There is an hour wherein a man might be happy all his life, could he find it.