Nothing is ever well done in a hurry, except flying from the plague or from quarrels, and catching fleas.
To expect what never comes, to lie in bed and not sleep, to serve well and not be advanced, are three things to die of.
If the secret sorrows of everyone could be read on their forehead, how many who now cause envy would suddenly become the objects of pity.
He that passeth by, and meddleth with strife belonging not to him, is like one that taketh a dog by the ears.
