Ah my deare God! though I am clean forgot, Let me not love thee, if I love thee not.
Great businesses turne on a little pinne.
Mend your clothes and you may hold out this year.
The Fox, when hee cannot reach the grapes, saies they are not ripe.
Vertue now is in herbs and stones and words onely.
The thought hath good leggs, and the quill a good tongue.