The world is now adayes, God save the Conquerour.
The wrongs of a Husband or Master are not reproached.
The yeare doth nothing else but open and shut.
Ther’s no great banquet but some fares ill.
There are three waies, the Vniversities, the Sea, the Court.
There come nought out of the sacke but what was there.
There is a remedy for every thing, could men find it.
There is no body will go to hell for company.
There is no heat of affection but is joyned with some idlenesse of brain, says the Spaniard.
There is no man, though never so little, but sometimes he can hurt.
There needs a long time to know the worlds pulse.
There were no ill language, if it were not ill taken.
There’s no such conquering weapon as the necessity of conquering.
They favour learning whose actions are worthy of a learned pen.
They talke of Christmas so long, that it comes.
They that are booted are not alwaies ready.
They that know one another salute a farre off.
Things well fitted abide.
Thinke of ease, but worke on.
Thornes whiten yet doe nothing.