A white wall is the paper of a foole.
To bee beloved is above all bargaines.
Never was a miser a brave soul.
The God of love my shepherd is, And he that doth me feed: While he is mine, and I am his, What can I want or need?
Hee that hath one hogge makes him fat, and hee that hath one son makes him a foole.
Every one is weary, the poore in seeking, the rich in keeping, the good in learning.