One enemy is too much.
Grasp not at much, for fear thou losest all.
His bark is worse than his bite.
Pleasing ware is half sold.
Sum up at night what thou hast done by day.
Gold opens all locks, no lock will hold against the power of gold.
He that lies with the dogs, riseth with fleas.
The God of love my shepherd is, And he that doth me feed: While he is mine, and I am his, What can I want or need?
Words are women, deeds are men.
Lie not, neither to thyself, nor man, nor God. Let mouth and heart be one; beat and speak together, and make both felt in action. It is for cowards to lie.
The lion is not so fierce as they paint him.
There is an hour wherein a man might be happy all his life, could he find it.
Only a sweet and virtuous soul, like seasoned timber, never gives.
God’s mill grinds slow, but sure.
Where the drink goes in, there the wit goes out.
One hour’s sleep before midnight is worth three after.
Whose house is of glass, must not throw stones at another.
For want of a naile the shoe is lost, for want of a shoe the horse is lost, for want of a horse the rider is lost.
The book of books, the storehouse and magazine of life and comfort, the holy Scriptures.
Be not too presumptuously sure in any business; for things of this world depend on such a train of unseen chances that if it were in man’s hands to set the tables, still he would not be certain to win the game.