Who shuts his hand has lost his gold, Who opens it hath it twice told.

Vertue never growes old.

Favour will as surely perish as life.

Praise day at night, and life at the end.

Hee that hath one hogge makes him fat, and hee that hath one son makes him a foole.

Either wealth is much increased, or moderation is much decayed.

Weening is not measure.