Hee that hath patience hath fatt thrushes for a farthing.
There come nought out of the sacke but what was there.
Lie not, neither to thyself, nor man, nor God. Let mouth and heart be one; beat and speak together, and make both felt in action. It is for cowards to lie.
In the mouth of a bad dog fals often a good bone.
Faire words makes mee looke to my purse.
Love bade me welcome, but my soul drew back.