Hee that hath one hogge makes him fat, and hee that hath one son makes him a foole.
God strikes not with both hands, for to the sea he made heavens, and to rivers foords.
The gentle Hawke halfe mans her selfe.
To seek in a Sheep five feet when there is but four.
Losse embraceth shame.
Who would have thought my shrivel'd heart could have recovered greenness?