Hee that would be a Gentleman, let him goe to an assault.
The evening praises the day, and the morning a frost.
Ah my deare God! though I am clean forgot, Let me not love thee, if I love thee not.
Hee that knowes what may bee gained in a day never steales.
The best of the sport is to doe the deede, and say nothing.
Hee wrongs not an old man that steales his supper from him.