A feather in hand is better then a bird in the ayre.
A cherefull looke makes a dish a feast.
When once thy foot enters the church, be bare. God is more there than thou: for thou art there Only by his permission. Then beware, That leads from earth to heaven.
No sooner is a Temple built to God but the Devill builds a Chappell hard by.
Destiny is always dark.
Listen, sweet Dove, unto my song, And spread thy golden wings in me; Hatching my tender heart so long, Till it get wing, and flie away with Thee.
He pares his apple that will cleanly feed.
A morning sunne, and a wine-bred child, and a latin-bred woman, seldome end well.
Envy not greatness: for thou mak’st thereby Thyself the worse, and so the distance greater.
Better a bare foote then none.
Well may hee smell fire, whose gowne burnes.
A crooked log makes a strait fire.
That is gold which is worth gold.
A great ship asks deep water.
Who is so deafe, as he that will not hear?
Shall I, to please another wine-sprung minde, Lose all mine own? God hath giv’n me a measure Short of His can and body; must I find A pain in that, wherein he finds a pleasure?
By suppers more have been killed than Galen ever cured.
Laugh not too much; the witty man laughs least: For wit is news only to ignorance. Lesse at thine own things laugh; lest in the jest Thy person share, and the conceit advance.
Halfe the world knowes not how the other halfe lies.
That flesh is but the glasse, which holds the dust That measures all our time; which also shall Be crumbled into dust.