Whether you boyle snow or pound it, you can have but water of it.
Who sweeps a room, as for Thy laws, makes that and the action fine.
Nothing dries sooner then a teare.
Foolish tongues talke by the dozen.
He that hath one foot in the straw, hath another in the spittle.
Love without end, hath no end, says the Spaniard: (meaning, if it were not begun on particular ends, it would last).