A comely olde man as busie as a bee.
I have ever thought so superstitiously of wit, that I fear I have committed idolatry against wisdom.
The night has a thousand eyes.
Whatsoever is in the heart of the sober man, is in the mouth of the drunkard.
Be valyaunt, but not too venturous. Let thy attyre bee comely, but not costly.
In misery it is great comfort to have a companion.