Words are the soul's ambassadors, who go / Abroad upon her errands to and fro.
The fangs of a bear, and the tusks of a wild boar, do not bite worse and make deeper gashes than a goose-quill sometimes; no, not even the badger himself, who is said to be so tenacious of his bite that he will not give over his hold till he feels his teeth meet and the bones crack.
This life at best is but an inn, and we the passengers.
He that hath money in his purse cannot want a head for his shoulders.
One hair of a woman can draw more than a hundred pair of oxen.
Easter, so longed for, is gone in a day.