The devil divides the world between atheism and superstition.
It is part of a poor spirit to undervalue himself and blush.
The dainties of the great are the teares of the poore.
He that believes all misseth; he that believes nothing, hits not.
Love without end, hath no end, says the Spaniard: (meaning, if it were not begun on particular ends, it would last).
Long jesting was never good.