Resort to sermons, but to prayers most: Praying’s the end of preaching.
Words and feathers the wind carries away.
If thou do ill, the joy fades, not the pains. If well, the pain doth fade, the joy remains.
Let thy mind still be bent, still plotting, where, And when, and how thy business may be done. Slackness breeds worms; but the sure traveller, Though he alights sometimes still goeth on.
A piece of a Churchyard fits everybody.
A servant with this clause Makes drudgery divine; Who sweeps a room as forThy laws Makes it and th’action fine.
Man is all symmetry, Full of proportions, one limb to another.
The smith and his penny both are black.
Light burdens, long borne, grow heavy.
The Jews spend at Easter.
Who shuts his hand has lost his gold, Who opens it hath it twice told.
He that steals an egg will steal an ox.
Only the wearer knows where the shoe pinches.
If I have enough for myself and family, I am steward only for myself; if I have more, I am but a steward of that abundance for others.
He – the country parson – is not witty or learned or eloquent, but holy.
Quick believers need broad shoulders.
If you walk on snow you cannot hide your footprints.
A married man turns his staffe into a stake.
A master of straw eates a servant of steele.
A mountaine and a river are good neighbours.