Hast comes not alone.
He cannot be vertuous that is not rigorous.
He complaines wrongfully on the sea that twice suffers shipwrack.
He hath great neede of a foole, that plaies the foole himselfe.
He is a foole that makes a wedge of his fist.
He is not poore that hath little, but he that desireth much.
He puls with a long rope, that waits for anothers death.
He quits his place well, that leaves his friend there.
The Jewes spend at Easter, the Moors at marriages, the Christians in sutes.
Least at thine own things laugh.
Lord! who hath praise enough?
Let thy mind’s sweetness have its operation upon thy body, clothes, and habitation.
The dark grave, which knows all secrets, can alone reclaim the fatal doubt once cast on a woman’s name.
In cloths cheap handsomeness, doth bear the bell.
Health without money is halfe an ague.
Money wants no followers.
Much money makes a Countrey poor, for it sets a dearer price on every thing.
The love of money and the love of learning rarely meet.
To have money is a feare, not to have it a griefe.
Couldst thou both eat thy cake and have it?