Little journeys and good cost bring safe home.

Good words quench more then a bucket of water.

He that will learn to pray, let him go to sea.

He that lies with the dogs, riseth with fleas.

Neither eyes on letters, nor hands in coffers.

To live peaceably with all breedes good blood.

Where your will is ready, your feet are light.

Nothing is to be presumed on, or despaired of.

Old men go to Death, Death comes to Young men.

A good Judge conceives quickly, judges slowly.

It is a poor sport that is not worth a candle.

He that contemplates hath a day without night.

Religion a stalking horse to shoot other foul.

He that plaies his mony ought not to value it.

He that sings on friday, will weepe on Sunday.

He that will take the bird, must not skare it.

A pleasure long expected is deare enough sold.

The beast that goes alwaies never wants blowes.

Souldiers in peace are like chimneys in summer.

Hee that goes barefoot, must not plant thornes.

Hee that lies long a bed, his estate feeles it.

Better a snotty child, then his nose wip'd off.

The good mother sayes not, Will you? but gives.

If you would bee at ease, all the world is not.

Estate in two parishes is bread in two wallets.

Doe what thou oughtest, and come what come can.

The singing man keepes his shop in his throate.

The thorne comes forth with the point forwards.

It is a great victory that comes without blood.

He that hath no good trade, it is to his losse.

They talke of Christmas so long, that it comes.

Vertue flies from the heart of a Mercenary man.

A fair day in winter is the mother of a storme.

One faire day in winter makes not birds merrie.

The death of wolves is the safety of the sheep.

A little given seasonably excuses a great gift.

When a man sleepes, his head is in his stomach.

He that passeth a winters day escapes an enemy.

There is great force hidden in a sweet command.

A lean compromise is better than a fat lawsuit.

He that trusts in a lie, shall perish in truth.

Sleepe without supping, and wake without owing.

Who spits against heaven, it falls in his face.

God heales, and the Physitian hath the thankes.

Hee hath not liv'd, that lives not after death.

A poore beauty finds more lovers then husbands.

A rugged stone growes smooth from hand to hand.

Your pot broken seemes better then my whole one.

The crow bewailes the sheepe, and then eates it.

Call me not an olive, till thou see me gathered.

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