The sun shineth upon the dunghill, and is not corrupted.
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
Whatsoever is in the heart of the sober man, is in the mouth of the drunkard.
Fish and guests in three days are stale.
It is the disposition of the thought that altered the nature of the thing.
If thy wealth waste, they wit will give but small warmth.