Hee that labours and thrives spins gold.
Hee that lies long a bed, his estate feeles it.
Hee that lives ill, feare followes him.
Hee that loves the tree, loves the branch.
Hee that stumbles and falles not, mends his pace.
Hee that tells his wife newes is but newly married.
Hee that wipes the childs nose, kisseth the mothers cheeke.
Hee that’s fed at anothers hand may stay long ere he be full.
Hee will spend a whole yeares rent at one meales meate.
Hee wrongs not an old man that steales his supper from him.
Heresie is the school of pride.
Heresie may be easier kept out, then shooke off.
Honour without profit is a ring on the finger.
Hunger makes dinners, pastime suppers.
I escaped the Thunder, and fell into the Lightning.
I had rather aske of my sire browne bread, then borrow of my neighbour white.
If a good man thrive, all thrive with him.
If all fooles had babies, wee should want fuell.
If fooles should not foole it, they shall lose their season.
If gold knew what gold is, gold would get gold I wis.