Praise the Sea, but keepe on land.
Prosperity lets goe the bridle.
The Wolfe must dye in his owne skinne.
That from small fires comes oft no small mishap.
The Sundaies of man’s life, Thredded together on time’s string, Make bracelets to adorn the wife Of the eternal, glorious King. On Sunday heaven’s gates stand ope; Blessings are plentiful and rife. More plentiful than hope.
Summe up at night what thou hast done by day; And in the morning what thou hast to do. Dresse and undresse thy soul; mark the decay And growth of it; if, with thy watch, that too Be down then winde up both; since we shall be Most surely judg’d, make thy accounts agree.
Take heede of still waters, the quick passe away.
When thou dost tell another’s jest, therein Omit the oaths, which true wit cannot need; Pick out of tales the mirth, but not the sin.
Drink not the third glass, which thou canst not tame, When once it is within thee; but before Mayst rule it, as thou list: and pour the shame, Which it would pour on thee, upon the floor. It is most just to throw that on the ground, Which would throw me there, if I keep the round.
The Frier preached against stealing, and had a goose in his sleeve.
Corn is cleaned with wind, and the Soul with chastening.
A litle wind kindles; much puts out the fire.
You cannot know wine by the barrell.
Wine makes all sorts of creatures at table.
It is a poor sport that is not worth a candle.
None is a fool always, everyone sometimes.
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.