He cannot be vertuous that is not rigorous.
Hee that is in a Taverne thinkes he is in a vine-garden.
Who would have thought my shrivel'd heart could have recovered greenness?
God is at the end, when we thinke he is furthest off it.
When all sinnes grow old, coveteousnesse is young.
A hundredload of worry will not pay an ounce of debt.