Let him fry in his own grease.

Let him fry in his own grease.

He that spareth his rod hateth his son: but he that loveth him
chasteneth him betimes.

He that spareth his rod hateth his son: but he that loveth him
chasteneth him betimes.

The sense of death is most in apprehension.

The sense of death is most in apprehension.

We ne'er shall look upon his like again.

We ne'er shall look upon his like again.

What mare's nest hast thou found?

What mare's nest hast thou found?

When it thunders, the theefe becomes honest.

When it thunders, the theefe becomes honest.

Yeeres know more then bookes.

Yeeres know more then bookes.

Our yesterday's to-morrow now is gone,
And still a new to-morrow does come on.
We by to-morrow read more

Our yesterday's to-morrow now is gone,
And still a new to-morrow does come on.
We by to-morrow draw out all our store,
Till the exhausted well can yield no more.

Never look a gift horse in the mouth.
[Lat., Noli equi dentes inspicere donati.]

Never look a gift horse in the mouth.
[Lat., Noli equi dentes inspicere donati.]