The Fox, when hee cannot reach the grapes, saies they are not ripe.
Love without end, hath no end, says the Spaniard: (meaning, if it were not begun on particular ends, it would last).
All griefes with bread are lesse.
The hearts letter is read in the eyes.
Thinke of ease, but worke on.
When all sinnes grow old, coveteousnesse is young.