Every good servant does not all commands Every one can master a grief but he that has it. Every man should take his own. Evils that take leave, On their departure most of all shew evil. Every subject's duty is the king's; but every subject's soul is his own. Every cloud engenders not a storm. Emulation hath a thousand sons, That one by one pursue; if you give way, Every time Serves for the matter that is then born in 't. Every true man's apparel fits your thief. Extremity is the trier of spirits. Easy it is Of a cut loaf to steal a shive. Every inordinate cup is unblessed, and the ingredient is a devil. Fair ladies masked are roses in their bud; Dismasked, their damask sweet commixture shewn Are angels vailing clouds, or roses blown. Far from her nest the lapwing cries away. Falsehood, cowardice, and poor descent, Fly pride, says the peacock. False face must hide what the false heart doth know. Fierce extremes In their continuance will not feel themselves. Fell sorrow's tooth doth never rankle more Friendly counsel cuts off many foes. Forbear to judge, for we are sinners all. |