We must recoile a little, to the end we may leap the better.
Every one hath a foole in his sleeve.
Doe what thou oughtest, and come what come can.
Feare nothing but sinne.
The Divell never assailes a man, except he find him either void of knowledge, or of the fear of God.
Hee goes not out of his way, that goes to a good Inne.