None saies his Garner is full.
Not only ought fortune to be pictured on a wheel, but every thing else in this world.
Nothing dries sooner then a teare.
Nothing is to be presumed on, or despaired of.
Nothing lasts but the Church.
Nothing secure unlesse suspected.
Of a little thing a little displeaseth.
Of a new Prince, new bondage.
Of faire things, the Autumne is faire.
Old Camels carry young Camels skins to the Market.
Old men go to Death, Death comes to Young men.
Old wine, and an old friend, are good provisions.
Perversnes makes one squint ey’d.
Play with a foole at home, and he will play with you in the market.
Power seldome grows old at Court.
Praise day at night, and life at the end.
Praise none too much, for all are fickle.
Presents of love fear not to be ill taken of strangers.
Presse a stick, and it seemes a youth.
Princes are venison in Heaven.