What a greater crime. Than loss of time.

Time tries the troth in everything.

Who quick be to borrow and slow be to pay, their credit is naught, go they ever so gay.

A fool and his money be soon at debate

Fear God, and offend not the Prince nor his laws, and keep thyself out of the magistrate's claws.

If a garden require it, now trench it ye may, one trench not a yard, from another go lay; Which being well filled with muck by and by, to cover with mould, for a season to lie.

Sweet April showers do spring May flowers.