The wind in ones face makes one wise.
Everyone thinks his sack heaviest.
Great business turns on a little pin.
To a crazy ship, all winds are contrary.
Whatsoever was the father of a disease, an ill diet was the mother.
Show me a liar, and I’ll show you a thief.
To write a verse or two is all the praise That I can raise.
Nothing wears clothes, but Man; nothing doth need But he to wear them.
Sundays observe; think when the bells do chime, ‘T is angels’ music.
Church bells beyond the stars heard, the soul’s blood, The land of spices; something understood.
After so many deaths I live and write;.
Could have recovered greenness?
Grief melts away Like snow in May, As if there were no such cold thing.
Good cable, to enforce and draw, And be thy law, While thou didst wink and wouldst not see.
O what a sight were Man, if his attires Did alter with his minde; And like a dolphins skinne, his clothes combin’d With his desires!
A verse may find him whom a sermon flies, And turn delight into a sacrifice...
A good digestion turneth all to health.
Advise none to marry or go to war.
On a good bargain think twice.
A civil guest Will no more talk all, than eat all the feast.