Pursue not a victory too far. He hath conquered well that hath made his enemy fly; thou mayest beat him to a desperate resistance, which may ruin thee.
We cannot come to honour under Coverlet.
Such a Saint, such an offering.
A dead Bee maketh no Hony.
Who would have thought my shrivel'd heart could have recovered greenness?
Little dogs start the Hare, the great get her.