Hee that lies long a bed, his estate feeles it.
If the braine sowes not corne, it plants thistles.
Love without end, hath no end, says the Spaniard: (meaning, if it were not begun on particular ends, it would last).
The market is the best garden.
He that looseth is Marchant as well as he that gaines.
He that lies with the dogs, riseth with fleas.