The thought hath good leggs, and the quill a good tongue.
When war begins, then hell openeth.
One foote is better then two crutches.
Honor and profit lie not all in one sack.
He that sings on friday, will weepe on Sunday.
Thou that hast given so much to me give me one thing more, a grateful heart: not thankful when it pleaseth me, as if Thy blessings had spare days, but such a heart whose pulse may be Thy praise.