He that will enter into Paradise, must have a good key.
Giving is dead, restoring very sicke.
God's breath in man returning to his birth, The soul in paraphrase, heart in pilgrimage.
Show me a liar, and I'll show you a thief.
Pleasing ware is half sold.
Thou that hast given so much to me give me one thing more, a grateful heart: not thankful when it pleaseth me, as if Thy blessings had spare days, but such a heart whose pulse may be Thy praise.