He that is not handsome at 20, nor strong at 30, nor rich at 40, nor wise at 50, will never be handsome, strong, rich or wise.
Losse embraceth shame.
There come nought out of the sacke but what was there.
Give loosers leave to talke.
He that dies without the company of good men puts not himselfe into a good way.
Hee that's fed at anothers hand may stay long ere he be full.