They favour learning whose actions are worthy of a learned pen.
One graine fills not a sacke, but helpes his fellowes.
Hee that dines and leaves, layes the cloth twice.
That is not good language which all understand not.
The Chollerick drinkes, the Melancholick eats, the Flegmatick sleepes.
The God of love my shepherd is, And he that doth me feed: While he is mine, and I am his, What can I want or need?