Better never begin than never make an end.
To a crafty man, a crafty and an halfe.
Only a sweet and virtuous soul, like seasoned timber, never gives.
The Apothecaries morter spoiles the Luters musick.
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?
Time is the rider that breaks youth.