Saint Luke was a Saint and a Physitian, yet is dead.
The best mirror is an old friend.
Danger it selfe the best remedy for danger.
He that riseth first, is first drest.
Into a mouth shut flies flie not.
A sleepy master makes his servant a Lowt.
Of a new Prince, new bondage.
The sight of a man hath the force of a Lyon.
The great would have none great and the little all little.
Every one thinkes his sacke heaviest.
Divine grace was never slow.
One faire day in winter makes not birds merrie.
Hunger makes dinners, pastime suppers.
To a crafty man, a crafty and an halfe.
That is not good language which all understand not.
One foole makes a hundred.
A white wall is the paper of a foole.
In good yeares corne is hay, in ill yeares straw is corne.
Neither eyes on letters, nor hands in coffers.
Flies are busiest about leane horses.
The first dish pleaseth all.
Leave jesting whiles it pleaseth, lest it turne to earnest.
Before you make a friend, eate a bushell of salt with him.
Love askes faith, and faith firmenesse.
Ill comes in by ells, and goes out by inches.
If you could runne, as you drinke, you might catch a hare.
Lawyers houses are built on the heads of fooles.
Hee that goes barefoot, must not plant thornes.
One hand washeth another, and both the face.
Hee that wipes the childs nose, kisseth the mothers cheeke.
Assaile who will, the valiant attends.
Thou hast death in thy house, and dost bewaile anothers.
He is a foole that makes a wedge of his fist.
Of a little thing a little displeaseth.
Fine dressing is a foule house swept before the doores.
A good pay-master starts not at assurances.
Love and a cough cannot be hid.
We Batchelors laugh and shew our teeth, but you married men laugh till your hearts ake.
He that mockes a cripple, ought to be whole.
If great men would have care of little ones, both would last long.
You may be on land, yet not in a garden.
Give a clown your finger, and he will take your hand.
You cannot make a wind-mill goe with a paire of bellowes.
Call me not an olive, till thou see me gathered.
Critics are like brushers of noblemen's clothes.
He that respects not is not respected.
All things require skill but an appetite.
The way is an ill neighbour.