A white wall is the paper of a foole.
Who paies the Physitian, does the cure.
There are three waies, the Vniversities, the Sea, the Court.
Sometimes the best gain is to lose.
Criticks are like brushers of Noblemens cloaths.
Love without end, hath no end, says the Spaniard: (meaning, if it were not begun on particular ends, it would last).