Feare, the Bedle of the Law.
Fine dressing is a foule house swept before the doores.
Fine words dresse ill deedes.
Flies are busiest about leane horses.
Folly growes without watering.
Fooles bite one another, but wise-men agree together.
Fooles give to please all but their owne.
For the same man to be an heretick and a good subject, is incompossible.
For washing his hands, none sels his lands.
Forbeare not sowing because of birds.
Fortune to one is Mother, to another is Step-mother.
France is a meddow that cuts thrice a yeere.
Frenzy, Heresie, and Jealovsie, seldome cured.
Gaming, women, and wine, while they laugh they make men pine.
Gamsters and race-horses never last long.
Gentility is nothing but Ancient Riches.
Gifts enter every where without a wimble.
Give loosers leave to talke.
Giving is dead, restoring very sicke.
God comes to see without a bell.