"The foule Toade hath a faire stone in his head."

"A new broom sweeps clean."

"How at heaven's gates she claps her wings, The morne not waking til she sings."

"As lyke as one pease is to another."

"Be valyaunt, but not too venturous. Let thy attyre bee comely, but not costly."

"Though the Camomill, the more it is trodden and pressed downe the more it spreadeth."

"I cast before the Moone."

"The finest edge is made with the blunt whetstone."

"It seems to me (said she) that you are in some brown study."

"There can no great smoke arise, but there must be some fire."