Send not a Catt for Lard.
Presents of love fear not to be ill taken of strangers.
All the Armes of England will not arme feare.
God keepe me from foure houses, an Vsurers, a Taverne, a Spittle, and a Prison.
Between the businesse of life and the day of death, a space ought to be interposed.
He that's long a giving, knowes not how to give.