The child saies nothing, but what it heard by the fire.
The cholerick man never wants woe.
The Chollerick drinkes, the Melancholick eats, the Flegmatick sleepes.
The command of custome is great.
The constancy of the benefit of the yeere in their seasons argues a Deity.
The corne hides it self in the snow, as an old man in furrs.
The crow bewailes the sheepe, and then eates it.
The dainties of the great are the teares of the poore.
The death of a young wolfe doth never come too soon.
The Devill is not alwaies at one doore.
The Divell never assailes a man, except he find him either void of knowledge, or of the fear of God.
The dog gnawes the bone because he cannot swallow it.
The evening praises the day, and the morning a frost.
The eye and Religion can beare no jesting.
The eye will have his part.
The fatt man knoweth not, what the leane thinketh.
The fault is as great as hee that is faulty.
The fault of the horse is put on the saddle.
The faulty stands on his guard.
The filth under the white snow, the sunne discovers.