The Apothecaries morter spoiles the Luters musick.
A shippe and a woman are ever repairing.
They talke of Christmas so long, that it comes.
Hee that hath a Fox for his mate, hath neede of a net at his girdle.
Lord! who hath praise enough?
He that hath time and looks for better time, time comes that he repents himself of time.