Happie is hee that chastens himselfe.
The dainties of the great are the teares of the poore.
Forbeare not sowing because of birds.
Hee that blowes in the dust fills his eyes with it.
Hee that is in a towne in May loseth his spring.
Every one is weary, the poore in seeking, the rich in keeping, the good in learning.