Ah my deare God! though I am clean forgot, Let me not love thee, if I love thee not.
Take heed of a young wench, a prophetesse, and a Lattin bred woman.
To a crazy ship, all winds are contrary.
He that sends a foole expects one.
Drink not the third glass, which thou canst not tame, when once it is within thee.
I had rather aske of my sire browne bread, then borrow of my neighbour white.