It is better to have wings then hornes.
When one is on horsebacke hee knowes all things.
Bibles laid open, millions of surprises.
Losse embraceth shame.
When a knave is in a plumtree he hath neither friend nor kin.
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?