Beare with evill, and expect good.
Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, a box where sweets compacted lie.
He that hath time and looks for better time, time comes that he repents himself of time.
He quits his place well, that leaves his friend there.
By the needle you shall draw the thread, and by that which is past, see how that which is to come will be drawne on.
He that lives most dies most.