No profit to honour, no honour to Religion.
Women laugh when they can, and weepe when they will.
Was ever grief like mine?
In solitude, be a multitude to thyself.
Could have recovered greenness?
Make hast to an ill way that you may get out of it.
Either wealth is much increased, or moderation is much decayed.
In a long journey straw waighs.
The first and last frosts are the worst.
Although it raine, throw not away thy watering pot.