A flock of blessings light upon thy back

Nothing comes amiss, so money comes withal.

I am a true laborer: I earn that I eat, get that I wear, owe no man hate, envy no man's happiness, glad of other men's good, content with my harm.

He is not worthy of the honey-comb, that shuns the hives because the bees have stings.

For what good turn? Messenger: For the best turn of the bed.

To persist in doing wrong extenuates not the wrong, but makes it much more heavy.

I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion.