Hee that is in a towne in May loseth his spring.
A married man turns his staffe into a stake.
A holy habit clenseth not a foule soule.
Harken to reason or shee will bee heard.
Love without end, hath no end, says the Spaniard: (meaning, if it were not begun on particular ends, it would last).
The thorne comes forth with the point forwards.