Many, affecting wit beyond their power, Have got to be a dear fool for an hour.
Beauty draws more than oxen.
Would you know what money is, go borrow some.
When God at first made man, Having a glass of blessings standing by, ‘Let us,‘said he,‘pour on him all we can: Let the world’s riches, which disperse’ d lie, Contract into a span’.
My house, my house, though thou art small, Thou art to me the Escurial.
Look not for musk in a dog’s kennel.
Sweet rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is even in the grave, And thou must die.
To a close shorn sheep, God gives wind by measure.
God sends cold according to clothes.
Sorrow was all my soul; I scarce believed, Till grief did tell me roundly, that I lived.
I read, and sigh, and wish I were a tree; For sure then I should grow To fruit or shade: at least some bird would trust Her household to me, and I should be just.
He that makes a good war makes a good peace.
God sends a curst cow short horns.
Who goes to bed, and doth not pray, Maketh two nights to every day!
To a boiling pot flies come not.
A broken Altar, Lord, thy servant rears, Made of a heart, and cemented with tears.
I know the ways of Pleasure, the sweet strains, The lullings and the relishes of it.
Music helps not the toothache.
All truths are not to be told.
Those that God loves, do not live long.