Who will make a doore of gold must knock a naile every day.
Love and a cough cannot be hid.
The fault is as great as hee that is faulty.
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?
Two ill meales make the third a glutton.
To a good spender God is the Treasurer.