He that hath love in his brest, hath spurres in his sides.
A sleepy master makes his servant a Lowt.
Men speake of the faire, as things went with them there.
If we can possibly avoid wrecking this little planet of ours, we will, But-there must be risks! There must be. In experimental work there always are!
We cannot come to honour under Coverlet.
Love without end, hath no end, says the Spaniard: (meaning, if it were not begun on particular ends, it would last).