God oft hath a great share in a little house.
A gentle heart is tied with an easy thread.
He quits his place well, that leaves his friend there.
O what a sight were Man, if his attires Did alter with his minde; And like a dolphins skinne, his clothes combin'd With his desires!
The corne hides it self in the snow, as an old man in furrs.
Your pot broken seemes better then my whole one.