Wine makes all sorts of creatures at table.
It is a poor sport that is not worth a candle.
By no means run in debt: take thine own measure, Who cannot live on twenty pound a year, Cannot on forty.
Rise, heart; thy Lord is risen. Sing His praise Without delays, Who takes thee by the hand, that thou likewise With Him mayst rise: That, as His death calcined thee to dust, His life may make thee gold, and, much more, just.
Gold thou mayst safely touch; but if it stick Unto thy hands, it woundeth to the quick.
Wealth is the Conjurer’s Devil, Whom, when he thinks he hath, the Devil hath him.
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!