The thought hath good leggs, and the quill a good tongue.
If the braine sowes not corne, it plants thistles.
Who paies the Physitian, does the cure.
Slander is a shipwrack by a dry Tempest.
To buy deare is not bounty.
God keepe me from foure houses, an Vsurers, a Taverne, a Spittle, and a Prison.