A beggar's book outworths a noble's blood.
The present eye praises the present object.
For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; Lillies that fester smell far worse than weeds.
Come my spade. There is no ancient gentlemen but gardeners, ditchers, and grave-makers; they hold up Adam's profession.
Small cheer and great welcome makes a merry feast.
As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words.