A Rose is sweeter in the budde than full blowne.
Where the streame runneth smoothest, the water is deepest.
Though women have small force to overcome men by reason; yet have they good fortune to undermine them by policy.
When adversities flow, then love ebbs; but friendship standeth stiffly in storms.
Time draweth wrinkles in a fair face, but addeth fresh colors to a fast friend, which neither heat, nor cold, nor misery, nor place, nor destiny, can alter or diminish
Where the countenance is fair, there need no colors.