Hee that hath a wife and children wants not businesse.

The dainties of the great are the teares of the poore.

The hole calls the thiefe. [The hole calls the thief.]

The house is a fine house, when good folks are within.

One hour's sleep before midnight is worth three after.

If you loose your time, you cannot get mony nor gaine.

Ever since we weare cloathes, we know not one another.

In great pedigrees there are Governours and Chandlers.

There come nought out of the sacke but what was there.

Knowledge makes one laugh, but wealth makes one dance.

He that looseth is Marchant as well as he that gaines.

He plaies well that winnes. [He plays well that wins.]

He quits his place well, that leaves his friend there.

God strikes with his finger, and not with all his arm.

Two sparrows on one Ear of Corn make an ill agreement.

By suppers more have been killed than Galen ever cured

One graine fills not a sacke, but helpes his fellowes.

Wealth is like rheume, it falles on the weakest parts.

Wee leave more to do when wee dye, then wee have done.

A journying woman speakes much of all, and all of her.

When my house burnes, it's not good playing at Chesse.

Hee goes not out of his way, that goes to a good Inne.

The wolfe eats oft of the sheep that have been warn'd.

That's the best gowne that goes up and downe the house.

The ballance distinguisheth not betweene gold and lead.

The blind eate many a flie. [The blind eat many a fly.]

The child saies nothing, but what it heard by the fire.

Hee that hath right, feares; he that hath wrong, hopes.

Hee will spend a whole yeares rent at one meales meate.

A dwarf on a giant's shoulder, sees further of the two.

Chuse none for thy servant who have served thy betters.

Corn is cleaned with wind, and the Soul with chastening

Every man's censure is first moulded in his own nature.

All is well with him, who is beloved of his neighbours.

Fine dressing is a foule house swept before the doores.

Keep not ill men company, lest you increase the number.

Let not him that feares feathers come among wild-foule.

The love of money and the love of learning rarely meet.

Presents of love fear not to be ill taken of strangers.

He that will enter into Paradise, must have a good key.

He that gains well and spends well needs no count book.

Wine that cost nothing is digested before it be drunke.

Hee pays too deare for honey that licks it from thornes.

Hee that is in a Taverne thinkes he is in a vine-garden.

Astrologie is true, but the Astrologers cannot finde it.

He that hath children, all his morsels are not his owne.

God, and Parents, and our Master, can never be requited.

If the staffe be crooked, the shadow cannot be straight.

All things have their place, knew wee how to place them.

God is at the end, when we thinke he is furthest off it.

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