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
In misery it is great comfort to have a companion.
All men [are] of one metal, but not in one mold.
I have ever thought so superstitiously of wit, that I fear I have committed idolatry against wisdom.
A clere conscience is a sure carde.
Far more seemly to have thy study full of books, than thy purse full of money.