Thou art an heyre to fayre lying, that is nothing, if thou be disinherited of learning, for better were it to thee to inherite righteousnesse then riches, and far more seemly were if for thee to haue thy Studie full of bookes, then thy pursse full of mony.

The soft droppes of rain perce the hard marble.

In arguing of the shadow, we forgo the substance.

Thou art an heyre to fayre lying, that is nothing, if thou be disinherited of learning, for better were it to thee to inherite righteousnesse then riches, and far more seemly were if for thee to haue thy Studie full of bookes, then thy pursse full of mony.

It is a blind goose that cometh to the fox's sermon.

There can no great smoke arise, but there must be some fire.

The greatest harm that you can do unto the envious, is to do well.