Far more seemly to have thy study full of books, than thy purse full of money.
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
The sun shineth upon the dunghill, and is not corrupted.
For experience teacheth me that straight trees have crooked roots.
The tongue, the ambassador of the heart.
When adversities flow, then love ebbs; but friendship standeth stiffly in storms.