If you have a good cellar at home don't go drinking at the tavern.
Of what does not concern you say nothing good or bad.
After three years even a disaster can be good for something.
If everyone thought alike, no goods would ever be sold.
Of no worldly good can the joy be perfect, unless it is shared by a friend.
Of the good we have an understanding, for fools we keep a stick upstairs.
Money is only good for a weekday, a holiday, and a rainy day.
Under a tattered cloak you will generally find a good drinker.
Any landing you can walk away from is a good one.
No man is a good physician who has never been sick.
You cannot forge a good sword from bad iron.
People aren't good unless others are made better by them.
He that can't endure the bad, will not live to see the good.
If you don't want to do something, one excuse is as good as another.
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