In the mouth of a bad dog fals often a good bone.

Hee will spend a whole yeares rent at one meales meate.

To a great night, a great Lanthorne.

He that lends, gives.

Lord! who hath praise enough?

Serve a noble disposition, though poore, the time comes that hee will repay thee.

Thou that hast given so much to me give me one thing more, a grateful heart: not thankful when it pleaseth me, as if Thy blessings had spare days, but such a heart whose pulse may be Thy praise.