Hee begins to die, that quits his desires.

Only a sweet and virtuous soul, like seasoned timber, never gives.

The Mr. absent, and the house dead.

Litle stickes kindle the fire; great ones put it out.

Had you the world on your Chesse-bord, you could not fill all to your mind.

Take heede of an oxe before, of an horse behind, of a monke on all sides.

The Chollerick drinkes, the Melancholick eats, the Flegmatick sleepes.