Count your nights by stars, not shadows count your life with smiles, not tears

Years and sins are always more than owned

A sin concealed is half-pardoned

He saith little that Lovell much

He hauls at a long rope who expects another's death

If young men had wit and old men strength everything might be well done

Better a near neighbour than a distant cousin

Of two cowards, the one who finds the other out first has the advantage

Speak of the devil and he appears

Eggs have no business dancing with stones