There come nought out of the sacke but what was there.
He that plaies his mony ought not to value it.
Pursue not a victory too far. He hath conquered well that hath made his enemy fly; thou mayest beat him to a desperate resistance, which may ruin thee.
Speake not of a dead man at the table.
The best smell is bread; the best saver, salt; the best love, that of children.
Hee that strikes with his tongue, must ward with his head.