Love without end, hath no end, says the Spaniard: (meaning, if it were not begun on particular ends, it would last).
Brabling Curres never want torne eares.
Hee stands not surely, that never slips.
Serve a noble disposition, though poore, the time comes that hee will repay thee.
It's a bold mouse that nestles in the catts eare.
It is good to have some friends both in heaven and hell.