Hee that gives thee a bone, would not have thee die.

The best of the sport is to doe the deede, and say nothing.

The constancy of the benefit of the yeere in their seasons argues a Deity.

Your pot broken seemes better then my whole one.

God's breath in man returning to his birth, The soul in paraphrase, heart in pilgrimage.

A sleepy master makes his servant a Lowt.

Three can hold their peace, if two be away.