The bitter clamor of two eager tongues.

Inconstancy falls off ere it begins.

Now 'tis spring, and weeds are shallow-rooted; Suffer them now and they'll o'ergrow the garden.

To be a well-favoured man is the gift of fortune; but to write and read comes by nature.

Fools are as like husbands as pilchards are to herrings, the husband's the bigger.

A flock of blessings light upon thy back

Maids want nothing but husbands, and when they have them, they want everything.