The filth under the white snow, the sunne discovers.
When all sinnes grow old, coveteousnesse is young.
For the same man to be an heretick and a good subject, is incompossible.
Money refused loose its brightness.
The Chollerick drinkes, the Melancholick eats, the Flegmatick sleepes.
If you walk on snow you cannot hide your footprints.