Ah my deare God! though I am clean forgot, Let me not love thee, if I love thee not.
A wicked mans gift hath a touch of his master.
He that lends, gives.
Call me not an olive, till thou see me gathered.
Old wine, and an old friend, are good provisions.
God keepe me from foure houses, an Vsurers, a Taverne, a Spittle, and a Prison.